Leaves skip across the simmering asphalt as I scurry past taking a second to glance toward the sight of humanity through the wall of glass. Rolling clouds pour across the darkening sky. Opening the heavy door, a drop begins to form along my hairline – the heat.
Almost instantly I’m unable to breathe. Thickness that cannot seem to wrap itself down into my lungs grasps at me. A strange feeling lingers in my chest as if I’ve inhaled a sponge filled with tiny specs of water.
|Storm is a Comin'|