I ran barefoot to the window. The sky was swept lengthwise by gusts of wind. Vast and silvery-white, it was cut into lines of energy tensed to breaking point, into awesome furrows like strata of tin and lead. Divided into magnetic fields and trembling with discharges, it was full of concealed electricity. The diagrams of the gale were traced on it which, itself unseen and elusive, loaded the landscape with its power.
~ Text: Bruno Schulz, "The Gale" Street of Crocodiles
~ Image: Untitled, Tarrl Lightowler, 2008