She looked up at the sky; it too appeared at calm. No Electric Storms brewing this time. How strange to have been through such an intense experience with no corroboration whatsoever? How was it that there was absolutely no proof that what had come to pass had actually happened? As she pondered at the events that had just come and gone, her gaze browsed her surroundings, and she observed the breathtaking scenery that lay around her: lush grass patches delineated a dirt path that lead to a cluster of tall trees and through them, she discerned a glistening lake that beckoned her.
Helen Marie Joyce 