He could feel his life closing in on him. Echoes were noticeably shorter in duration. Absolutely and relative to one another, which conveyed a sense of movement even when there was none, save the spinning of the world.
As if shifting from 3 dimensions to 2. A collapse mirrored in his surroundings and being. The great wave had begun gathering momentum before the moving, turning. The compass needle seemed to wobble by itself. A series of warm days would be followed by a hideous wind and then a heavy snow snapping the branches that had somehow miraculously been spared earlier.