When I wake up and step outside, the air is warm and heavy.
Close, pressing on me as I wander outside and check the poultry and eggs due to hatch.
It feels like the week before a baby is born, or the breath between birth and the angry screams of a newborn. The space between your heatbeat when you’re frozen with indecision.
Everything stretches out in front of us.
Waiting. Just waiting.
The animals can feel it as they press against my legs. The dog whines and the cats are hasty to come inside, falling down asleep in the warmth of beds abandoned.
I watch the sky and I’m waiting too, waiting to see what the day brings, what the warm air and pressure will disgorge on us. I can feel it, something is coming. The electricity in the air is almost palpable.
The weight of expectation.
It feels like a storm is coming.
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Sublime metaphors.
Thank you.
I can feel it too, through your writing.
The heaviness hung around all day, giving way to rain later. No storm though.
I love that feeling:) We just had a storm here, I LOVE the smell when it hits the concrete.
I adore hot weather and warm rain. We don’t get enough of it here.
Love this Veronica! And I have to say, I loved the smell of the heavy clouds this morning, the flowers smelling extra sweet, opening up ready to receive some of the rain 🙂
I love that smell too.
I can feel it too.
Did it storm for you? Ours ended in rain, but no storm. The heavy mugginess was lovely though.
Beautiful writing. The weight of expectation… I know that feeling. x
Thank you. When everything stops and you’re just left waiting, looking at the sky.
Beautifully written sweety. xx
Thanking you! xxx (hehehe)
yep – that covers it
It was a shame we didn’t get a storm in the end, just a day of heavy clouds and intermittent rain.
I love the way you write. I love the electrically charged feeling in the air before a storm. It feels so heavy and weighted down. The storm feels like a great release of pressure, like a giant bubble popping. We don’t get many of those sort of storms in windy Welly as the wind usually keeps the weather on the go and forever changing!
I love that you love my writing. It makes me all glow-y and stuff. Thanks!
I love storms. I think I spend all year waiting for the hot thunderstorms of summer.
I LOVE your new header. Sorry, not a proper comment. hehe.
Annnnd it’s changed again. Prettier now though.
veronica – your writing is sublime – after reading a few of your posts its amazing that you can write so clearly. obviously it’s your own space, and it is a perfect outflow for you after locking yourself away to be “mum”.
It is my sanity saving device, I would go mad, very very quickly if I couldn’t get things out of my head.
You write really well Veronica; lucky you to be this gifted to express yourself.
I am wondering who are your favorite authors? Mine are Margaret Atwood (presently reading Year Of The Flood) and Pat Conroy.
I like Margaret Atwood too. Also Robin Hobb, Neil Gaiman and Sara Douglass. I read just about everything I can get my hands on though. I’m a fantasy girl at heart though, fantasy and dark fiction.