Not today. Not even this month. Pictures scheduled from the past into the future. From a day where I tried to give myself pause from the storm but undeniably was standing in its eye. Writing now, also from this present’s past. Has the storm passed yet? Is it over? I wonder, has it swept across the land and taken trees down, pulled them up with their roots? Has it chased all animals away to leave a vast silence in its place? When did it happen? Who was its witness?