Raindrops shimmer on the windscreen, their shadows dull gray on the dashboard. Lightening crackles and splits the night, all dancing silver and purple. Vast acres flash with an other-worldly light. Rain pelts like sharp needles on the asbestos road, drenching trees and the bougainvillea on the divider. Absolute silence except for the crack of thunder and drumming rain, a sharp edge to the air, ozone, the gift of life. She reaches out, past the confines of the seat belt, past the glass and bounds of the horizon it defines, and connects if only for a microsecond with that vibrant, dancing light connecting sky and earth; the charge coursing through her veins, illuminating every nerve, saturating every pore of tissue, like a million scintillating rays.
She sits up straight.