The very unfortunate would have. Their days and moments locked to tedium as a neutrino detection tank. The storm came and coloured all from the moment forward. As loud as thunder.
“Did you feel that?” Laughter at the surprise.
“Only everything is renamed.” A quiet smile at justice.
The wind, bright mid day summer hills and speeding small clouds on the blue sky. Hot and motionless. The days the places.
I caught them in a picture frame so they could open the bottles one at a time and procrastinate. Somebody wanted some money somewhere. The sparkling shadows. That was the storm. Did anyone realise?