mama said there’d be days like this.
I peered though the haze of a difficult day as the sky darkened to an oppressive yellow.
locals emerged from homes, sticky and restless, as an alien landscape lowered itself from the skies. another realty imposing itself on the streets and shopping centers of an American wasteland—a three dimensional double exposure.
I watched as cell phones and gaping stares were aimed high at the roiling clouds who boasted an unsettling palette. we sat with bated breath, waiting for a force unknown to make her move.
and then… the thunder.
the mothership did not arrive, no. but a storm, fierce and graceful, did. and with her she brought the promise of relief, a letting go of a summer’s temper.
tonight the clouds have cleared and the sky’s restored to an earthly hue. the crickets, tentative in their efforts, sing lullabies once more. “rest easy, child” they beg. “the spell has passed, the streets are safe. you’re failing here no more.”
—this post was grown on the gram.