Under The Sky
Gazing up at the sky, I silently contemplated. In my head were questions that only the future would answer.
Through the smoke-grimed car window, the sky turned, from blue to a light grey hue. The words quickly fell out off my mouth -- for if they took any longer they would not come at all.
The sky continued to turn, this time, from grey to a hue so near to black that I was suddenly reminded that summer was over.
The nights were becoming longer, yet, my future felt shorter.