“An intriguing or singular tone, effect, or appeal ,” offers Merriam-Webster.
You enter. The atmosphere is palpable.
Skin, eyes, ears, and nose calculate and dictate adaptation.
Tiniest of hairs quicken. Snap decisions are made.
Animal citizens, we swell and shrink in response to atmospheric pressure.
photo: Seat by Lucas Vartoni
daily prompt: Atmospheric
Two new adventures last night. First, helping Pam (my sis-in-law) at the door taking tickets and checking IDs at the Eagles. Second, a metal music show. I took out my hearing aids for this one, opting for foam earplugs instead. And what fun!
Can a 59-year-old fall in love with a genre so riotous? Yes! I felt like a child lining a parade route, horns and drums pounding a primal reverberation in my chest.
And the crowd? The range of ages was staggering. The leathers and spikes and tattoos and chained wallets were donned by nice people. They were old and young. I saw shorts, dresses, boots, denims, nose rings, dreads, shaved heads and sweaty jumping folks.
It was such fun!
Would I do this again someday. Yes! Only maybe I’ll try a henna tattoo in one my arm first, LOL. Hey, I gotta start small. 😉
Photo credit 20120413 – Heavy Metal – 72 by T. Kenbrock
via Daily Prompt: Slur
Primitive She bent to fetch dirt and water, then rose to set mud sailing in air. Joined in tribal lust by Others they marked the shamed one. Mudslinging delivered its sting.
Primitive She morphed a civilized skin, as did Others. Their numbers did swell and divide and swell again. Mud now words. The shamed one not near but far. Across the ages she carried the urge to put hand to dirt and water. To deliver the sting. Now her words set to air and merely died.
Photo: Splat by daydreamer