So long old friend

As I was biking home, a wicked storm struck up.

And here’s me, pitched half sideways as the wind works to pull me down. My eyes shut tight against the rain.

A shadow, I barely saw, and the next thing I knew I was prone on the street. Struck by some branch pulled from its tree. It hit me in the side of the head.

My helmet, thank heavens. I might be dead.

I’ve felt different since. Calm, oddly. Something knocked loose.

It’s been several days, and I’ve hit the source. My anxiety, struck clear out my brain. It’s a terrible thing, to loose something you’ve held onto so tightly and for so long.

I’m not sure how all this will play out. I’d like to fear for the worst, but it just won’t come.

About selah

Programmer at Prominence Advisors. Also dabbling musician. Also cycling commuter.
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