The nights are never cold in Florida. The sun is always shining down. In 2005, I was sick in bed when I received a phone call with detrimental news. It wasn't until 3 days later, I started to capture my thoughts and wrote everything out. The suddenness of it all was like a storm rushing in over the water and being unexpectedly trapped trying to find a way out. With each lightning strike, images of her face would flash in my mind.