We all watched a different sky become closer and closer.
It was like watching a pebble walk towards you and by the time it was half way, realizing it was a mountain, running.
That sky was traveling fast to us, rushing down the street I saw the diplomat, the homeless guy, the jogger, the clerical guy, all of us ... we weren't looking ahead. We were all looking up.
Then, with a warning that was only slower than a hand slapping your face, we were all running in the middle of the mountain. Gray rock made of vertical water.
And, what felt like years later, the mountain began to evaporate and a glimpse of sky appeared again.
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