Tag: weather
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Puddle, Late Afternoon
She was ahead of me on the pavement, blazer slipping, bag thumping against her hip in a way that suggested the day had not been kind. The puddle wasn’t remarkable; a shallow spread of rainwater collecting whatever the street had dropped into it. It gave her pause as she considered it with the seriousness of…
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The Wind that Followed Me Home
A small wind followed me home today.Not a storm,not even a breeze;just a curious little draftwith leaves in its hairand the smell of faraway hillsclinging to its coat. It tugged at my sleevelike a child wanting attention,nudging me toward puddles,toward dandelions,toward things I’d forgottenwere worth noticing. When I boiled the kettle,it sat on the counterand…
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Salt, Stone, Signal
We wear the weather like a cardigan here;salt on the collar, wind in the seams, Caithness sky stretched like an exam paper you can’t quite fold right.The bus leaves before the light finishes waking; I tuck my keys into the same pocket that remembers first-day nerves.My classroom is a cottage of cushions and careful rules,…
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ICE
Ice begins as a simple thing: a hardening of water, a pause in the world’s pulse. It slicks the roads, glazes the troughs, draws white lines across the morning. Children test it with their heels. Farmers curse it. The river wears it like a tight, bright mask. Ice is just weather, you tell yourself;a temporary…
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Frost On the Window
Frost on the window isn’t weather,it’s handwriting.Someone, something,scribbling messages in a languageyour breath almost understands. The patterns aren’t patterns.They’re maps.Blueprints.Veins of a creaturethat only exists when the temperature dropsand forgets itself when the sun returns. Sometimes the frost looks like branches,but the trees outside swearthey’ve never grown that way.Sometimes it looks like feathers,but no bird…