the days are getting shorter and shorter;
i looked out the window just
not long after dinner, and already
the sky was that lovely shade of
indigo-cobalt-navy-blue.
there was a patch of lightning-bright sky
peeking out from beyond the shadowy clouds;
i could smell the sweet scent of
oncoming rain, even from inside the house.
it was better than any perfume, or cologne.
in the car i opened the skylight
and stretched my hand out. and felt
the wind pasing by through my fingers,
and wondered at the cars passing by,
and their unknown passengers.
in the car i opened the skylight
and stretched my hand out. and felt
the world passing by through my fingers,
above me, and all around me.
and i wondered what touching the sky would feel like.
