Midair collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white, black smoke plumes coiling up from strangeld wreckage.
This the unfmailiar gone faceless once again. The heavens a gritty, sagging underbelly. Static colored. The saw way, everyday, all day long until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced yellow night, limp and heaven with moisture, keening with sirens and alarms.