Slowly, slowly all the cloud has gathered and smothered the day until it is nighttime, early.

Quietly, the cold seeped in and the pressure dropped and did weird things to my teeth and my head.

And now it is darker and colder, and outside the trees are bending as if to a god. I cannot hear the wind but I can see it.

I am holding my breath and waiting for the storm to break and wash us clean.

I am waiting, now.