Reality could shift and warp suddenly in the jungle where death and abundance held sway in tandem.

The veins of the city slowly disappeared as the plane rose into the clouds. 

The song stayed the same but Sheila's interpretation of its meaning shifted as she aged.

Reading the newspaper had become for her akin to shoving her hand into a dark crevice to discover what was inside and hoping there wasn't a venomous creature sleeping within.

The "to do" list just kept getting longer.

The only thing that managed to puncture the sense of laziness brought on by the summer's wet heat you could feel heavily in your lungs was the sudden spikes of frenzied violence that everyone blamed on the weather.

The slate sky mirrored the country's mood.