The Earth pulsed. She felt it shift again.
She knew the moon cycles she saw in the sky were off.
She knew the weather couldn’t possibly be this warm for this cold a season.
She knew what they did.
Everyone else continued along, following the watches on their hands and the light received by their eyes, but she knew it had all been altered.
The bugs grew differently now. What molted then hatched now, but migrated there existed here.
Everything was off. Everything was wrong.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
Everyone followed their computer screens and each other.
No one listened to the birds singing and how their notes altered at evening with the onset of the moonrise.
She sat listening. Knowing it should be summer’s eve, knowing the birds sang a tune for winter.
She knew she was alone.