Through the window

Fast-moving grey clouds that break up and get pushed on. Trees sway like a drunk idiot. Cars roll on the streets then stop. I imagine lightening in the distance. Across the street neither the cars nor the reflecting windows are affected by the wind. They are still. However the dirt is blown into the lone pedestrian’s face and eyes.

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