outside apetown

Whether it was the brightness of the moon or the twist of my gut or the insistent worry niggling at the back of my resting head, I saw the dim haze of day rise in the wet to reveal the remains of fall. Ungreened leaves were tattered in embarassing patches. Naked sticks sprawled out, untidy and somehow grayed out, the world was messy and this was somehow fitting: it would be a tedious day that would have to wait too long before it could be put to rest.

Trouble was lumbering in, thick through the shoulders, full but firm in the gut. Knuckles would be dragging if they weren't wrapped around tools.

Best to watch and wait for now.