pollen, The Antagonist

Wrote, but not posted Monday...

Rainy Monday.

I can't complain. It drags the pollen from the air and off the trees. The world is about to go yellow. As I turned off the car in the parking lot at work last week, I noticed a pine tree covered in pregnant buds. Buds poised to burst into clouds of yellow. Sperming tree time in the land of the Georgia pine. It is the time when every car becomes the same color as the ground, as the trees, as the air. That not-lovely shade of yellow tinted with a sickly green. No open windows, very little sitting outside to enjoy the air for the air is foul. The eyes and throat and sinsuses are irritated and puffy and assaulted every moment out of doors. It is as if the air is filled with many a tiny mace.

On a happy note... a webcomic I look forward to following... The Antagonist. Very cool.