The Gathering Weight

The air turns heavy, a held breath pressing against the windowpane, leaves turning their silver underbellies to a sky bruising purple and slate.

Birds silence their chatter, retreating to the deepest canopy, while the horizon hums with a low, vibrating tension that tastes of copper.

A single drop shatters the stillness, a cold coin against the dust, the prelude to the wild orchestration waiting just beyond the edge of the world.