Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh


Air moves like molasses you can breathe.
Quick molasses, often, too.
Pushed and poured over the world
Pressured, barometer'ed
Heated, chilled
With fluctuating moisture rising, humidifying, coalescing
And often cloud-flavored: wisps, puffs, impossible piles, slate-grey sheets,
Waiting for gravity to do its job.
Heavy air; airy air; water-flecked air; lightning-spiked air;
All with a lot to do.

- Christopher Walsh, June 4th and 8th, 2015

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