She walked silently on the path in front of her with no destination in mind. The sky above her grew dark, pushing away all sense of security. She stopped, taking in a deep breath of air. She could smell a storm brewing. The sky above her; the violent wind around her; they both represented the reality of life. A dangerous storm that could hit at any moment, with no promise of survival. But in the end, the storm will pass. The light will come shining through, and push away the darkness.