The clouds' exit is somewhat more striking than their arrival, darkness creeping in where there was light a moment ago, like some evil thing. It awakens some primordial fear center of the brain and my hairs stand on end. I feel the familiar slow release of adrenaline. My legs feel initially giddy, then, sensing nowhere to take flight, settle in to a slow burn.
The monitor announces that the boy is stirring in his sleep. Perhaps there is something in the air tonight. Maybe it's the sharp absence of heat, reminding us that warmth and comfort can disappear as quickly as the clouds overhead. The combination of dry heat barely keeping up with the cold reinforces the ultimate futility of our machinations when pitted against nature. Whether it's mother nature or the human kind.
I can't escape the feeling that there's a storm brewing. So many perturbations, somethings gonna give. Poor kid in the next room doesn't know it yet. We talked the other night and gave our best estimates. The wife's guess was an optimistic 2030. I pegged 2024. 2050 almost seemed like a joke. Katy has clearly been hanging around me too long.
The Arctic air howls by the window, singing good bye to a commensurate volume of ice somewhere up north. I suppose there's a beauty in expending all this energy into a feed forward loop. It is mankind's destiny to destroy itself, after all.
I peer back out the window into a pitch black sky. It seems the darkness has arrived and intends to stay a while.....
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