inbetween

The sun is up on down again.  The sky feels dark for ever.  Thunder in my eardrums.  Windshield eyeglasses and resting wrists.  Perched and parched, my body burning up on the inside.  Now bells and soft voices.  Strumming on whispers.

"Go dancing with someone.  Turn our backs to the battle."

This is going to be a strange couple of days.