Meteor + Bugs

What we didn’t expect was the flies. As the asteroid broke the atmosphere the careful balance of seasons was suddenly heavily favoring summer. Flowers waiting for the warmest kiss of spring were thrust through the door of blossoming, explosions of bloom everywhere. Bushes dull in the wet air of February sprung to life with the heat and sudden expositions of flora with choruses of bugs erupted. Every dormant larve waiting for July 4th weekend was triggered, a drone began in harmony with the static shrill of the rock ripping through our atmosphere. Blobs of insects took to the air, almost perfect opposites to the billows of white trailing the giant rock. Under normal circumstances, some insects live only hours. Birthed, mated, dead. Here now they find themselves in equilibrium with all species, greeting the end. Time so limited and clearly projected. The flowers begin to shrivel, curl in on themselves, the air feels begins to heat beyond a hundreds of degrees. The rorschachs of insects in the sky begin falling. The end of summer always comes quickly, catching us off guard.