an_early_april_fool's_joke birdmad stepped out of the office, cigarette in mouth and lighter in hand. The hot, bright day had given way to a layer of dense clouds and a cool breeze the smell of rain waiting to fall hanging heavy in the air ground and sky almost tangibly charged with anticipation a moment where the breeze became the wind a brief appearance of dust_devils and then nothing. sky done up in brush_stroke_clouds and metaphors and cruel caprice ...thinks nothing of stirring up the desiccated earth and then flying away this is the_weight_of_spring 040401 ... birdmad a few scattered drops today and a fresh veil of swirling clouds it evaporates as soon as it hits the ground like a kiss laid too lightly on the cheek somewhere else may be in danger of torrents and floods somewhere else the incitement of sky and earth might yield result then it will be a greener place than here and now tendrils of frenzied dust swirling, reaching out like a grasping hand if only to make contact for another second. 040401 ... birdmad The ankle deep channels in the pavement, caused by the incessant passage of freight trucks belies the literal aspect of all of this meanwhile, the metaphor remains as intact as ever 040402 what's it to you? who go blather from