When she walked by the window, it was like thunder.

It was like a great rumbling inside of me

and I was sure everyone around me could hear it.

I couldn't hear,

couldn't see,

couldn't think

of anything else.

A pang of jealousy shot through me as

I watched as her face flushed from the cold,

and I watched the wind run its icy fingers through her hair.

And I wished I had the same privilege.