I was watching trees wave to me across the park.  And it was stormy. A little rainy, but windy.  Turbulent.  I was going to open the window.  Not like today's breeze. It was stronger, I could feel it.  Strong enough that if I opened the window I wouldn't be able to breathe.  Too much air too fast, I wouldn't be able to breathe.  I could feel the movement of the car. Not waving. Rippling.  The car swam through the air. Swam past the park. Swam.
     Under water every thing seems slower.