Movements

Mungy, the air writhes, wrings out this sudden rain. I wander. Down at the bay, the beach is bare, sullen flat in the storm. The dock lists sideways, the tide awry. Somewhere, inexplicably, the small of chocolate melting or something on the edge of burning. And then it's gone.

Out on the bay, continents of clouds lurch, stumble, touch tips to the wide seething water -- just a moment between these beasts of sway and waltz.

Further down the beach a man walks away.