Atmospherics
Abated for now, the storm still hangs about bruising the lower echelons of cloud. Our bricky suburb cowers under it. The wireless crackles off and on as the weather forecast excludes us yet again. Boredom and irritation seek a focus. Laying aside my reading glasses, I watch you rearrange (just so) vases along the mantelshelf, your backside comely. The argument awaits its moment.