After the Storm

January 23, 2014

The air is thick,

Hot and cold

At the same time.

I feel it

Wet against my face

Brushing my skin

So very lightly.

I feel it

Hanging around

Like a ghost.

A presence

That can vanish.

Dissipate.

Until the sun shines

Down once again.

And I can no longer

Feel the air at all.

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