a nervous smile in the calm, in the midst of brewing storms, a double glance before the wind. Twice. Was it twice? something in the stillness, a disconcerting tranquility. I saw lightning in the distance, did you see it flashing behind me? I heard it struck the park across the street. the wind is getting stronger, the thunder louder, the sky a grey, a green, a powder blue, every step a darker hue. I fear they saw us walking in calm complacency, glancing back at the sound of rushing winds, showers teasing the air with false vacancy. I wonder if you made it safe inside, the skies are pouring rain, a quiet thrill, can you feel it too?
