The Clouds Are Gathering…
I watch as a strong gust of wind billows amongst the trunks of the watching trees, curving between their crowding trunks, snatching up fine dust from the bone-dry earth and dragging it into wispy translucent ribbons which curl and twist around the clearing.
“A storm is coming,” says Ace, from the midst of these vapourous streamers.
“I’m already here,” I reply. “Time to play.”