the
wind had been mild all morning, but Yevgenia stood at a second story
window and frowned. a mighty gust tore up the avenue, sharply
convulsing the trees, smooshing her face back and up. cue the
stationary roller-coaster. an unsecured cat atop a marble-rimmed
peristyle in the adjacent park gave an indignant squawk, fumbled vainly
for purchase, and toppled off into the rhododendrons below.
she
felt a momentary pang when the sudden rain came, drenching, insistent,
yet soft; pang turned into reverie in an open window as the wind sliced
the rain into mist through the mosquito screen. how auspicious the day a
cold front rushes down to meet an oncoming hurricane.
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