Just outside her window, passerby's walked with newspapers lifted high above them, keeping the wet, heavy drops from meeting their skin.
The air was chilly.
Inside her danced life.
A life with a gender awaited and guesses made.
She was strong.
And when her body told her, quietly and quickly, surely and with force, that it was time-she listened. Surrendered.
As the sun went down and the trickles ran down the hospital windows.
Through cries of strength and power.
She birthed their child.