In the Eye of the Storm

I’m driving deeper into the storm bearing down—dark, roaring, thick with blue streaks and scattered light. No way out now, no choice but to push straight through and hope for the best. Up the mountain roads, down the slopes, with the weather war trailing behind. Then suddenly I’m in the eye. Everything goes quiet. Peaceful. Bright. Just Lorde, V V Brown, Only Real in my ears. Maybe I made it through after all.