Something in the air today.
Something in the wind.
Everyone’s walking slowly.
Something’s waiting to begin.
Hell if I know what it is,
but it feels like a latent electricity.
Like how the air goes still
before the thunderstorm collapses.
Like the time the fry shop blew up.
Everyone running around.
Everyone watching the smoke rise.
There were fire engines for miles down every block,
and camera’s hopping barriers all around.
It was nice.
Just like today.
Alive, human, and warm.