There's been no rain yet, though clouds have been thick all day with sunlight rarely breaking through. The clouds are higher than they usually are, and this gave the evening light a strangeness that was quite pleasing. All the underside of the overcast became luminous, though it remained steely gray even as the sun set. The pervasive light washed the trees and the houses and left no shade anywhere, even on their east sides. I don't recall ever having seen anything quite like it, except in photographs. I have no functional camera so I didn't take a picture, and I doubt that I'd have had the skill to capture it anyway. But I also doubt that I'll soon forget it.
Let the rain come soon.
This Heavy Craft
by P.K. Page
The wax has melted but the dream of flight persists. I, Icarus, though grounded in my flesh have one bright section in me where a bird night after starry night while I'm asleep unfolds its phantom wings and practices.