The clouds obscuring the moon are blowing from the Arctic. Theres a chill in the air. Not enough for snow, yet, though. The flights in the distance climbing into the ceiling, up beyond the layer of cloud, to pure night beyond. They’re heading east, Singapore, Hong Kong, Tokyo, for a new tomorrow, sunrise over Ulan Bator. A new life in a far off land.
And me? I wonder what happened to my bright new future?
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