after leaving my apartment

it was cold for june. i remember thinking i would need a jacket. it looked like rain. i opened the door to leave my building and the wind slammed it shut behind me, chasing me out into the damp air. there was something off about the evening. the earth was having a fight with the sky, and nature was beginning to feel the effects. i looked up at the window of my apartment and saw the impression left by a hand that was slightly smaller than mine. i closed my eyes and felt the same impression on my own skin.