Upside Down Kris

Storm Emilia  A great big ball of wind was rolling down the pavement toward me. I staggered under its might. The gale was blasting against me and anyone challenging it. I bent under its force with my head as low as it could go. I tried charging it, but it knocked my breath from me. I was gasping and couldn't take it anymore. I realized my eyes were closed and I forced them open into slits, searching for cover. Two men–one in a pumpkin orange vest that was clearly visible–had taken refuge in a covered alcove to the left. I battled the wind one step at a time until I joined them. I filled my lungs and recharged. Another young women who had been just a few feet behind me stepped off the same course to wait with us. The men stayed content in the background while us women put our heads or hands out at intervals to see if the wind's fury had been placated. At a certain point, the other woman and I both decided to brave the wind even though it was still blowing. We looked at each othe...

Awakening The awakening was signaled by three  bleating alarms and a burst of rain. I definitely did not want to be awake and clutched the comfy comforter for comfort. I certainly was lucky that I could count my blessings wrapped in the warmth of the world of slumber and puffy blankets. I landed softly in the day despite the jarring call of clocks. I lay there a bit, soaking in the pillowy night while gradually accepting the day. How lucky I was, too, to have the time to disregard time and lay there. Then, the rain came like melted butter sliding over the morning. The too bright light in the kitchen definitely pushed me to get up. It was too much for my blindfold to bear, the brightness seeping into my eyelids even though they were shut.  Still, I waited for the impulse to put my feet on the floor to come. Ironically, it was when my partner flicked off the kitchen light and I was left in darkness again that turned on something inside. The bathroom door was outlined with inside...