Upcoming Thunderstorm

As I leave the house, I wonder if upon my return I will still be dry. The sky has taken on the color of lead, even though the heat of the day still lingers heavily and undisturbed by any ever so small breeze. You can not even smell the thunderstorm yet through its thickness. Only the color of the last daylight is somehow wrong and speaks of the upcoming changes. Now, upon the end of the day, the country releases the smells it has captured during the sun filled afternoon, melted asphalt and mowed grass mix to a summer’s day cocktail. Weiterlesen