It was cloudy outside. You could see the outlines of the dark clouds, appearing a bit on the grayer side against the darkest of the vast space of everything. The full moon was trying to peak out between the breaks in the clouds, but it was a losing battle, like the pain in my chest. You could feel a slight drop in temperature from the breeze that pushed the cloud. You could smell the rain in the distance. A storm was coming, and I didn’t know if I was prepared for it.
When I was younger, mom and dad would take me, Drew, and Ethan to this very beach when the sun would start to set, so we could watch the vibrant colors fill the sky. Mom would lay out a couple of towels on top of the coarse sand while dad propped a giant umbrella above us to give all of us a bit of shade, even though it was
