Saturday, January 11, 2014

A Note on the Weather

The mist fell in great horizontal gusts. The cars had turned into clouds: speeding recklessly, barreling over curbs and trees leaving behind scrap bits of moistness in their wake. They rushed to beat the heavy periods of eventual static and wet diamonds that would fall to the earth, guaranteeing the morphing of these misty cloud cars into asphalt puddles.

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