The sky was filled with heavy cloud, the moon riding in and out of the waves of heavy darkness.
He sighed again, looking at the wasteland that was home. Aware of the mystery, he was anchored firmly
in the mire that drags down all hopes, all ambiutions.
There was a sudden darkness and the wind died.
Suddenly all the lights of the town followed those of above.
The world lived and died for a second, posed on the edge of the question "whatif".
Lights flickered back on and he wondered if reality was so solid afterall.
He looked up at the moon sailing thru the heavy cloud.
"Some night we'll make a difference in our lives and those of everyone else."