by Luke Storms
I sit here, couched. A breeze enters the room, snapping the curtains. It is like watching a dance. The wind circulates through the room, stirring the plants that rest on the windowsill. Specs of dust in the sunlight whirl over each other like rapidly boiling water. I breathe in the cool air while a shiver runs up and down my spine.
Luke Storms is often chaired and desked and sometimes even walked. His writing has appeared online and in magazines such as Current, Toronto Tourism, and Alive, and he also blogs over at Intense City. (Click here to make a donation to Luke, half of which will support 6S.)