Image: Dusk.

Dusk. The sky is filled with clouds, slate-blue, rolling into darkened grey shadows at the far horizon. The trees are a mix of withdrawn evergreens, fading into darkness already, and the barren grasping branches of the deciduous trees, reaching for the sky and the rain even in the sleep of winter. Rain. Water. Fat droplets tumbling down and splashing against your face, cheeks, lips. The wind whipping up, pulling hair back and wild, flying tangles as if the whole world will carry you away--