Staging

In the beginning was the stage, unfurnished, unadorned-empty.

Then there were clouds of magnificent turbulence, seething, spreading.

Then there was an audience of one, waiting, loathing, despairing.

But there came no act, or actor.

The play wasn't a thing of wonder, but rather an empty space.

Nothing of consequence happened.

Silence and storm reigned supreme.

We were waiting for....

us to emerge