Today I can feel the weight of the heavy sky. Blankets of cloud slung low and grey touch the treetops, unmoving in the still evening air. Dusk creeps slowly, absorbing the fading light in its path. The atmosphere is palpable, I can sense the pressure. The heavens are embracing the earth too tightly today.
"With finger on her solemn lip, night hushed the shadowy earth." - Margaret Deland
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