It is the time just before rain, the
time when the flies bite like
kamikaze, when the birds fly low
and the sky hangs overhead black,
heavy and expectant, when all the
colors are washed in gray, subdued
and intense, yet punched through
by radiant hues.
It's about to burst.
A heavy sense of expectation, of
lowering, of time just before
something large overwhelms the
picture, the frame, the rhythm, the
colors, the light, the music and the
characters.
Still, the story moves fast, faster
than words.
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kjoftak 1 month ago