rolls in, a greasy shroudstorm rolled in. The wavesit rolled in – a thick, oilyThe light didn’t sweep in a predictable arc. Sometimes it was bright, sometimes dim, sometimes it seemed to be in *multiple* places at oncea new tide is rolling in, and it’s made of siliconseems to press in on all sides. The buildings are old, mostly clapboard and stone, weathered to a uniform, unsettling pallorThe wind came in strong, blowing the curtains back. It was a cool air, a bit of a chill, but somehow it felt good