the sky is gray, and I see nothing through the veil of clouds until a crack of pink lightning shows me the plane passing overhead. my mind sees a woman onboard, red-lipped and immaculate, sipping wine as she flies through the storm. she has a date somewhere in a ballroom tonight, while a deep blue overtakes the gray. she passes over me, and we are elated in streams of our own.
one line inspired by "somewhere tonight" by beach house.