THE SKY WAS GRAY THIS MORNING. I DON'T KNOW WHY I THOUGHT IT COULD POSSIBLY BE A GOOD DAY WHEN I WATCHED IT WHILE RIDING THE BUS TO WORK THIS MORNING. IT WAS STILL GRAY WHEN I CAME OUTSIDE FOR A SMOKE AT NOON. AND IT WAS STIL GRAY WHEN I GOT BACK ON THE BUS TO GO HOME. THE NIGHT SET IN, THE LIGHT GRAY SLOWLY FADED DARKER AND DARKER UNTIL IT WAS BLACK. THAT DAY WAS TEN YEARS AGO. THE SKY HAS STAYED GRAY AND BLACK. SOON PEOPLE FORGOT THAT THE SKY WAS ONCE BLUE. CHILDREN ARE ALWAYS EAGER TO HEAR STORIES OF THE SKY WHEN IT SPARKLED BLUE AND FILLED WITH CLEAR WHITE CLOUDS. IT WAS SUCH A SMALL THING THAT WE TOOK FOR NOTHING. THE COLORFUL SUNSETS, THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE SUN THAT INSPIRED US, IS NOW A DULLÂ HUE THAT HANGS OVER US ALL. WHEN I GO OUT AT NOON FOR MY SMOKE, THE SKY IS STILL GRAY. HOW UNAWARE I WAS OF HOW THE WORLD WAS TO CHANGE. I MISS IT. I TRULLY DO. I REALLY NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE TO THE SKIES FIELDS OF BLUE.
Mallory Monroe
