Windfall

Dark, stormy view of Lake Ontario at night from a rocky shoreline, with small waves crashing against the rocks in the foreground and a low, grey horizon blending into a cloudy sky.

The lake was almost the same colour as the sky, separated only by a thin, pale horizon. Wind came in hard from the water and the waves kept breaking against the rocks in short, restless bursts. Everything felt flattened, quiet, and heavy, like the city was holding its breath.