THE GAMBOL
Precipitation prattles heavily on the skylight that emits a glaring gray light casting opaque shadows on shadowed walls. Wisps of rain in sheets like blurred phantoms waft over the eaves of the portico away from the peppery shingles that have been rendered a greasy charcoal-black by the weather. From a bay window looking out on a lush and verdant wood, colors yet unchanged by the season, still emerald, jade and chartreuse, I watch and wait as the swaying trees waggle the Watusi to the tune of the gusting winds.
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