Here we go again. It’s 1:03 in the morning. The wind gusts are fierce. The heat barely on. The body in meltdown mode. Yet, it was all going to be ok. She had a plan. She smiled and waved back.
Nothing was going to be the same again. Nothing. It was nice have a clarity, for once. The cylinders would click into place. The bolts will hold. The steel will withstand. She was going to be a hero to herself.