A snapshot from the balcony. NKW, 2020.
This is the night sky.
Not quite as it used to be. The only sounds heard are unseen planes trailing an odd alien alarm overhead. A faint cough through an open window. Murmurings of a laugh track from a streaming tv show one floor above. From one floor below, dishes being scraped and stacked, following another dinner filled with subdued chatter after more uncertain news.
Trees, finally growing in their spring leaves, look as bare as ever. One light, two lights, three blink off. Early.
This is Wednesday.
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