It was May and she knew her mother was dying. She’d die in August. She was nineteen and very impressionable. Every summer since then, she’d go storm hunting. She’d find love in the twisted reflections in the rain puddles. She knew that when it was over, she’d be whole again.

Kapka Nilan currently lives in England where she writes, takes pictures of out-of-place things, and looks after an old spirit animal.