Swirl, Too

Rain in a wind machine, blurring and swirling, mixed with wet leaves in Autumn colors. Big breathy clouds. Rustlings beneath gray skies.

And the sun: now. Flashing back from the yellows and reds still clinging to moist black branches. A progression of electronic tones are increasing in complexity and evolving on my stereo. They swirl, too.

I am slow today.

But.

This.

Is.

Not.