I will not write now about what is happening, it is too much, too soon.
...
Alone in the house, reading, I looked out the window and saw
brilliant sunlight, and a
tropical downpour. I thought perhaps someone was
filming across the street, and needed to
fabricate rain, but as I stepped outside I realized that it wasn't some studio
construct, that
the sky was falling from clouds I couldn't see.
And in the moments it took to run back inside to get my cigarettes, and make it back out the door to walk
somewhere,
anywhere, it had stopped.
Slick pavement and confused, drenched pedestrians were the only evidence it had happened at all.
Even these things are
fleeting beyond my ability to touch.