Heavy atmosphere bearing down.
Static charge building, each side of my eyes,
vision rendered fuzzy.
The sea in the distance is crawling.
The landscape oozes into my eyes,
Thoughts seep out.
The air barely moves.
Shout and yells, birdsong and spells.
Trees twist, flies dance.
Hazy horizon wraps around,
As dark towers loom and blue sky breaks
through in fragments.
The storm is here,
Though nothing changes
Time whispers, slips,
And is gone.
(the photo is of the bench I was sat on while writing this).