Storm Warning

by Nellie Wilson

I had this realization one night, standing on the hill and looking at the Flatirons, that everyone had to deal with weather. No one was immune. And damn if that isn’t cool.

“Even when you make fun of me, you treat me as an equal.”

We’re so small compared to this storm, just two tiny humans in the face of this monster of nature, and I am truly in awe.

“I never got why saying that a woman wasn’t like other girls was a good thing. Of course I’m like other girls. Other girls are cool.”

“It’s not that it’s girly; it’s that it’s immature.” And somehow, that criticism is more biting.

“You’ve noticed all this about me?” Julian asks. “I thought you hated me.” “Even when I hated you, I still noticed you.”