There's nothing sad about it

Is it the unusual warmth? Is it the exhaust? I don't know why but it feels as something will suddenly change in a few hours. Tomorrow at dawn or tomorrow evening, maybe after tomorrow or the day after that... It will change to never go back to the way it was. It will pour over our heads like a deadly mist and no one knows what's going to follow. This feeling pressures my eardrums, my temples stiffen. My mind goes blank but my feet keep moving. I'm running out of time and it makes me anxious. For no reason. It creeps from the starless sky, it creeps from the corners of my eyes and makes me nervous every time. I'm telling myself to not mind and so I shall.