rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


As I went to sleep, the wind continued to blow. Even the occasional thud or crack did not detract from the restful sound of rustling leaves and humming pines. Then I woke to a still, hot afternoon. The air seemed exhausted from the workout the wind had given it. It slumped on the land, barely breathing. The day felt like a desiccated husk clinging to a withered twig. A few small birds pecked briefly at the lawn, then flew off in search of better pickings. No bees visited the drooping sourgrass, no ants made trails on the baked pavement, and there were not even lizards to bring any sign of movement to the parched ground. Only a few tiny insects hovered and darted against the cloudless sky. With dusk, the katydids began to buzz, and a few surviving crickets chirped, but even they sounded tired. Now, hushed night engulfs the darkened houses, and the arid moon illuminates unstirred trees. Summer has claimed one more day.

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