the sky is a bright, dandelion white like the surface in a page of a coloring book left blank. we've been forgotten by something today. clouds envelop the town as sheep do, searching for fresh grass, ready to descend and eat the greenery down below that drinks up all the rain. i look out the window at the flooded road and think that maybe i was supposed to live near water, not here. i was supposed to live near a river thousands of years ago and fish there and wash my face there and stare at it like a mirror. but instead, i'm here and the water's come to me, as it sometimes does. maybe it's because i missed it but i didn't know that i did. but if i'm really hopeful, maybe it's because it missed me.