Skyscraper - Skyscraper c24
It’s when the wind picks up. Slowly, at first, but more fierce with each swing it takes. And it was such a nice day. Now, the wind has begun knocking your things over, and you knew you shouldn’t have brought paint out this time, but it actually looks really beautiful spilled out all over your blanket like that. It keeps swinging harder. The wind through the trees begins to sound like a low, dull drone, so you pack up and move everything inside, but it slithers across your windows and walls, booming. You begin to think this may be something truly from above, like bigger than you or today or the color of paint. And when you finally draw up the courage to peak out of the assaulted window, you see that light breaking through the clouds, one beam at first, but two more pierce through while you stare; a witness.
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