An excerpt: “Sensitivities bared, I made myself a lightning rod. For sunshine lost to cloud cover. For heat’s remove, cold creep of goosebumps on skinned knees. For wind around me. For leaves in the crabapple tree gone twitching, a receipt cartwheeling the street, quick-winged robin flight, the rose bush by the split-rail fence giving up gust-plucked petals. For a solitary raindrop balanced quivering at the tip of my tongue. For the surprise of lightning and the second after.”
Read “On Weather: A Cold Front” on Entropy, here.