Climate change

We spoke all our recent dialogues nicely voicing apprehensions of the big change. Our struggle had continued underneath. It was a monotone speech in a gray sky when the line of trees came to a freeze in their hostility, where they stood tall.

The gentle summer breeze did not matter. The trees sniffed autumn and looked away.  Emaciated street dogs barked incessantly, at hooded strangers coming at us from hills from the edge of the sky, in clouds of dust.

Our dialogues went on in our dark robes as our culture bristled riskily in our back, the culture of our reality, our failed hearts where several realities came up together not as a single earth-reality in silk thread but a failed reality of a fluid mind-state ,a sky of treeless vapor, a sea of flake-salt.