Well, it was a beautiful day.

And then the sky to the west did that thing again: that strange, jittery twitching that sets everyone’s nerves on edge and makes you want to stay inside with the curtains closed, but you can’t stay inside, because you have to keep an eye on what’s happening outside.

If you’re not watching, your gut screams, something will happen. Something dark.

Sure, something might happen even if you are watching, but your gut wants to be able to see it coming.

When the sky starts to shake, you listen to your gut.

The shaking is worse than ever this afternoon, and your gut shakes too as you watch, and the horizon gets darker and the light starts to bleed out and then there’s a great definitive shudder-snap-CRACK and then heaven’s spine is gleaming against the blackness and your guts are wailing and running for the house and maybe that’s your own spine falling toward the earth as your own body shakes itself into pieces and you wonder if your soul can make it to the light in time or