Pre-Flood. (August 27 [N/A])

Unfortunately, this is pre-dated, since I have once again fallen behind on my project. This is, in fact, being written on August 29, 2014, two days after it was supposed to have been done. So, this is my attempt at catching up by writing 3 pieces in a single night. Each of these pieces will be an attempt at telling a single story in three parts. We'll see how it goes. Hope you enjoy this as much as I am… which is just a little bit!

There is always a calm before a storm. Regardless of what type of storm it is—tornado, hurricane, emotional, volcano—there is always an eerie moment where everything is still. That was today; the calm before the flood.

I woke up feeling ok. I went through my day with no real issues: food, class, work, and home. There have been thoughts being thought, and dreams being dreamed over the past week, but I have made several attempts to push them out of my mind. They weren't getting me anywhere, since most of my thoughts are circular anyway, I decided to let them go.

This is the pre-flood, calm. I was letting things go. Trying to stay focused on the future, the here, the now and not the worries that have been coming up. Not the fears or the regrets, or the misunderstandings or the longings. None of it. I just wanted to focus on the moment and get through the day. I was at ease, for a moment. For a time I was at peace. I was able to just be in the moment, for a moment.

The calm before the storm was upon me, but just like the movies when they can't hear the creepy music when they are about to be attacked, I didn't see the clouds rolling in. I was in the moment, and the moment was sunny (and a little humid).

I woke up. Went to class. Went to work. Went to class. Went home. Easy.

I should have felt the swing though. I should have sensed something coming; something building; something about to break. My transition back to class wasn't that smooth: hit traffic, had to detour, and had to run 2 blocks to make it to class on time. Got a disparaging text during class. Was tired, sweaty, and ready for a break. So, I go home. Something was coming, but I couldn't hear the music. I couldn't hear the storm coming.

It was coming. It was just beyond the horizon. The sun began to darken, the day began to end, the focus on the moment was slipping into oblivion. The storm was formed and ready to unleash its hell on the world.

Ready… set… go!

… to be continued.