But as the afternoon wore on, the storm did pass. It took its fury elsewhere and only left behind a lingering, steady rain. Dreary as it was, I just stayed in the cabin, alone with my thoughts. I tried to read but couldn’t concentrate. My emotions wouldn’t stop wrestling with each other. My thoughts and better judgment were tied up in knots as well. Wrought out as my emotional state had been ever since Elyse’s death, I knew that my sense of reality sometimes wasn’t what it should be. I knew it had been damaged. But as I sat inside with the front door open and the rain dripping off the porch, I did manage to sort a few things out. Of course the rational part of my mind knew that Elyse had absolutely nothing to do with the storm. But the fragile part, that broken part deep inside my head, sometimes found ways to overshadow logic. The takeovers never lasted long, but when they did, it was always unsettling to say the least. But now I had a grip on myself again.
