On returning

it had been years since returning. at least five. since then, a storm removed the row of trees that provided a canopy for cars. now everything looked so desolate. so bare. it was windy. the door shut behind her in a startling way. it was so windy. so bare. one foot in front of the other through the dry grass. how it longed for rain, needed it. she sensed it would be coming. she sensed that relief. perhaps, she was trying to distract herself from her actual surrounding. her eyes found the space and she stared at the coarse granite. the wind wrapped her hair around her head. she closed her eyes, "so now what?"she wished for a sign. for the wind to stop, for the sky to open. she heard nothing, she saw no sign. so she just sat. no tears. just breath. and wind.