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Unidentified Falling Objects
Aug. 9th, 2009 06:09 pmIt all starts when I hear a strange metallic pinging sound over the stove.
A chilling shadow falls over the land: at six pm, it's barely 90 degrees. The sidewalk darkens. The street begins to glisten.
A puddle of clear liquid forms at the end of the driveway. The rain barrel shifts from emptiness to one-quarter full.
It is over as quickly as it begins. The sun glares, the earth steams.
The unfamiliar aura had passed. I have the feeling that whatever it was, it was a good thing.
A chilling shadow falls over the land: at six pm, it's barely 90 degrees. The sidewalk darkens. The street begins to glisten.
A puddle of clear liquid forms at the end of the driveway. The rain barrel shifts from emptiness to one-quarter full.
It is over as quickly as it begins. The sun glares, the earth steams.
The unfamiliar aura had passed. I have the feeling that whatever it was, it was a good thing.