Something

The past 2 has been happy. Bright colours that dripped from the sky painted the world around me. They melt on my hands, flow into my ears, swirl in my head. Yet, I sense something in the wind.

This may sound like an old cree Indian movie, but I sense something in the passing breeze. It feels weird, just weird. I see a shadow in every glimpse of the Sun. I catch a figure in every passing car. Every dog I see, stares back in silence, as if they are waiting. The nights are dead, not a single sound in the air. At the zoo, lemurs and butterflies pause briefly before me, in anticipation of something. The fishes hover in idleness.

Somethings wrong, I feel it.