Ice storm footing
1236 am
Tears. Feeling alone here in the dark. The wind is blowing outside my window and it makes such a sound. Out here there is nothing to quell it, no buildings anyway, just trees. I don’t know why but I hate the wind. Maybe it makes me feel like I’m about to be blown away.
Once, when I was little, I got blown off my feet in an ice storm. I was a tiny little thing, maybe half the size of my peers and it had been raining ice all afternoon while I was in school. The sidewalks were covered in a layer of ice flat as glass and even winter boots were like ice skates by the time the home bell rang. I shuffled my way home through a tight sub division and was fine until I came to an open field where I had to cross a main street. I waited until the road was clear, took one step off the sidewalk and the moment my foot hit the road a gust of wind whipped up behind me and sent me skating across the street completely out of control. I fell when I got to the other side and the wind pushed me, on my bum now, up and onto the sidewalk. I grabbed the street sign to catch myself but every time I tried to get up I’d just fall down again. I ended up sitting there until a neighbor came out and rescued me. I was only five or so. Felt so out of control.
It’s so lonely here. Everywhere I am, it seems.
I think I’m okay. Just really not feeling home yet.
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I hope home finds you, that you don’t have to go in search of it.
Thank you. I hope so too. *eyes open, searching patiently*
Your story of hanging on to the street sign on your way home during an ice is so touching. Thank goodness for the kind neighbor who dared brave the treacherous footing to rescue you. All I can think is that you would never leave your child in that situation.