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The crackling continued on as it came down. Stopping to look, like he did, with his bag in hand ready to go, but not just yet. Not until it is safe to do so. Look up and wait. See if a gap will allow. As if we can time it, between slow, heavy drops. The impossible is nothing when faced with an ultimatum. Just get to the door, maybe if.
Maybe if. The sound of it is inviting. You want to stand on the wall, the barrier between, right up close so that it is on you without any damage, nothing that will upset or cause harm... as close as possible, to watch and feel every bit. Like everyone else. Collective experience. And then it is gone and it is a sadder time.. Back to the same thing we were doing... press play, a sentimental mood.