I stayed inside all morning watching waves of rain pass over cold and dry by the window I didn't turn a light on. The fireplace dead since last night emptiness inside, cold morning low grey sky immense living belly of a silver fur thing. In waves of weather the house lies piled up wood with me inside I'm piled up dust, alive, dreaming or walking whirlpool of water awake and indifferent looking at cars go by and then get forgotten only a sound of a waterfall breathing out in one long exhale rings in my ears for a moment then another wave of rain blows over greying out the light the lawn through window seems undiscovered. A separate way of seeing. A separate way of breathing it in. A lost world separate from the usual barely meaningful waking and dreaming. Lost in an unfolding thinking about what to do with a day sitting while the light dies until finally it's over. In blue dusk I finally step outside breathing in the cloud that has settled noticing a black looming house shape and at last my eyes crack open.