Alright this is scary. I'm sitting on the fourth floor of a brownstone during a tornado warning in Brooklyn, NY. No indication one has definitely touched down. (Okay if it did touch down? I'd be dead. There are no interior rooms away from windows. No basement, I can go to, and no place to be safe. I suppose I could sit in the bathtub. There are no windows in the bathroom. )Before it began to rain - I looked at the sky and it was the color of Kale, a bracken green, deep as seaweed. And when it hit - it was if a wall of rain hit the building all at once. You couldn't see past the window. And lighting crashed against the windows. The air stinks of water, that dank dewy stinky smell of damp moss and algae. It's calming a bit now. But for a minute there I thought the storm would crash through the windows.
Does explain the sick headache I've had all day, and the feeling as if I were swimming up through
a fog. Even inside. All I've wanted to do all day was sleep. Curl tight into a ball and sleep. Ache all over. The air pressure heavy, pushing me down. What can I say? I'm a human weathervane.
Does explain the sick headache I've had all day, and the feeling as if I were swimming up through
a fog. Even inside. All I've wanted to do all day was sleep. Curl tight into a ball and sleep. Ache all over. The air pressure heavy, pushing me down. What can I say? I'm a human weathervane.