The trees were contrasted
in alien relief
against the chalkboard sky;
the buildings reduced
to a macabre cartoonish two-dimension.
Everything moved theatrically,
in the acute unreality
just before a storm;
nature a puppeteer counting down the seconds.
Everyone so intensely aware of their destination,
moving just that little bit faster,
with crackling anticipation.
People shifting purposefully
with an electric haste,
less aware of eachother than they usually were,
as they escape into cars and shops,
safe from the throbbing blue-black above them,
doors and walls
swaddling their senses once more.