Approaching the Storm


The scent of an approaching snowstorm hangs in the air.

Like the smell of fresh laundry hung on the line.

A breeze is suspicious and foreboding.

And, within one momentary breath, townspeople, will dart hazardous-ly about…

With no true concept of time.spring storm 1

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