It eluded me.

Against the wide sky, not much to marvel over, it appeared.

Had the whole place to itself.

I turned in hopes to see the darkly colored shape, small against wide pale sky.

Sky so big and vague, so nondescript I found nothing in my hoping to see.

There.

Again, I look up and it’s here then gone and my gaze meets nothing but

the sky, a clean slate, a fresh canvas.

The clouds stretched and barely visible

Had God used an eraser in haste, left some chalk marks in the sky?

Cooler weather for the weekend, I heard.

Change coming.

Starting fresh and clean after frantic mixed with melancholy and busy.

I welcome them,

The days of mercy after long wait

coming soon.