the days bleed together into one stain without cool to wake us, all feels blurry and soft as tasks pile on and incentive dissipates. 9.13.17

with branches scattered like plumage she has plucked us and moved on, leaving the normalcy of a sunny day with the unease of restoration. electricity now an audible buzz as generators keep the few cool and lit while the rest sweat and wait… 9.12.17

flounce of her skirt whips our way as she spins and twirls in her crimson gown, with fearful admiration we watch enraptured her beauty and ferocity. so we retreat to give her space on the dance floor, and await her performance. 9.11.17

as the main event approaches, opening act performs, wind gusts strew branches rain plummets down. the air smells like damp pine needles mixed with hot chocolate and hope. walking the streets full of abandon the human quiet is edible, cars drive with purpose as the wind sings. 9.10.17

wind breathes life into the trees animating them with the will to walk they perch as if taking a step while the atmosphere fills with warning an ominous quiet which hints at the impending uncertainty… 9.9.17