On The Hierarchy Of Clouds

Something’s shifted. Not all at once but enough that I can feel it. Like the season changed while I wasn’t looking. Maybe it’s the heat creeping back in. Maybe it’s me. The in-between I’ve been sitting in for months is starting to feel thin. I can see the edges now. I’ve stopped waiting for the next thing to appear and started asking what happens if it doesn’t. I keep thinking about the future — what shape it takes, where it begins. But it’s hard when it already feels like the starting gun we...