This night of rain passes into a day of stiffened joints. Ruby forces himself to get up to open the window. As he does, snarled traffic catches between echoes. The world, having been held back by the glass, pours in. Tightness of the clouds in his chest loosens into drowsiness as a breeze reaches him.
Pale gray slumber on a window made of whispers.
gnarled tree— the Bushtits‟ flutters cling to clouds