The Storm and the Pathetic Fallacy

by practicalspactical

I stepped out on my balcony, for a moment, and thought about the static and distress I’ve been feeling for the last week or so, since I saw her last, and thought about how the sun and warmth had come to Philadelphia at her heels, and now, she’s gone, and I’m gone, and winter’s back with a vengeance, and wondered, momentarily, whether I was causing this (or maybe she was causing this), and as I opened the glass, and the wind barrelled past, a force, a great force, shaking me–it was large, and I was small–I laughed at the pathetic hubris of a man, who seeing the storm, thinks:

Maybe this is me.