The Walk

The clouds were thundering, the lightning inviting the storm. The wind was swaying wildly as if wanting to take away everything it can. Trees were trying their best, asking their roots to hold on a little longer. The celestial bodies were nowhere to be seen but one could interpret this as their anger towards me. Me?

Where am I? And what’s happening?

I open my eyes. The sun has been overshadowed as the darkness stepped around but it isn’t accompanied by its usual comrades. It takes a few minut...