Grateful - Sugar Magnolia

It was fall, 1977. The wind blew wildly across the campus. Trees bent over horizontally to the ground. Waves washed over the bridge in the little pond beneath my dormitory. I felt my arms seem to go through the glass window of my third floor suite. I jumped back catching my breath. I was still breathing hard from running full speed back home from the dining hall. I couldn't take it there anymore. Too many people, the food too strangely colored to eat.