June, A Still Moment Between Rain Storms.
A hot day, heavy rain all morning. A moment of respite. A short, still truce. The air is thick with water. Evaporation is visible, you can feel it’s softness on your skin, it’s warmth in your lungs. It plays with perspective and mutes colours. Shapes blur, insects take to the air and the heavy scent of honeysuckle trickles down your throat.
Then the wind whips the poplars into a roaring frenzy, the sky darkens and it begins to rain again.
Reblogged from Tor Falcon: Diary of a Wild Place
