Reduced visibility, the haze of days. In the gray, where decisions are not clear, where it could go either way. The pros and the cons. Plus out the minuses, play the odds. Even on a clear day, when no one else is looking. The high, thin layers that scatter the blue sky like lattice. Like a doilie. Like lace. They form communications, transmitting information overload only a few understand. Coded and sure.
The smog coughs in the city. Exhaust, smoke stacks, various facilities. From deep in the lungs, the sediment of streets, the chemical emissions. The ozone will be fine, but many will succumb. Breathless. The operation accumulates the poison and reduces its effects. There is nothing else to do. The good air stays clean, the oceans act as a filter. The origin of salt, and its preservations.
Woke up in a panic, nothing could be seen. Fresh dream of harsh stares and disappointment. Fresh cut of realization, something else to believe.
Cobwebs of the mind are full of wisdom.