how to make your own weather

photo by Evelyn Davis-Walker

Jim steps into the bakery kitchen, measures powdered sugar, butter, sets the mixer on high. Down the street, a busker is packing up his guitar, singing the lineup in his head, readying for a performance that may or may not be absent of an audience. Elsewhere, Connie contemplates the next blank canvas, weighing the contours of a still life. And on her first morning of school, Poppy sports a necklace she made out of a single wind chime. I…