Storm Brewing

As I stepped out onto the porch this evening I felt unnerved by the atmosphere There was nothing but calm stillness, and yet- it bore a hint of turbulence so small as to only be perceived in an odd sensation on my skin Thinking of the calm before a storm I hastily scanned the sky searching for an ominous sign But the sky was clear albeit a weird mixture of hues with too many shades of Barbie pink overshadowing the dusky purples and blues The yard itself seemed normal-but-surreal, too... and looking at the technicolor-green grass I felt overwhelmed by a heavy stillness in the air As though I were trapped in a vivid photograph the only thing still alive still moving- and suddenly utterly oppressed by a feeling of uselessness with no idea of what to do with myself I felt a crazy impulse to run away; as if my presence there was the problem and that by leaving I might find my way back to other living (moving) things. Inside once more I now find the surreal stillness has moved inside the house... casting a pall over the living space and stretching down the hall I fancy it has followed me edging closer, stalking me quickly closing in- but as the feeling begins to encapsulate me- I am shocked to realize that the turbulence feels strangely familiar I had only noticed it in the stillness away from daily distractions... but it was within me from the start.