The Vastness of the Sky

The Vastness of the Sky


She looked out her window. The paleness of the Sky seemed to reach her. Children were laughing and playing on the streets. The Sky didn't seem to bother them. One child noticed her looking at them. He smiled at her, and she waved back. There was something between them at that moment. She couldn't place her finger on it, but there was. 

The Sky grew hazy just then. Clouds were rolling along and a thunder storm was approaching. That meant the children had to go in, and for a moment she was
disappointed. She enjoyed watching their dirty little hands and feet playing with a dog, cat, or what have you. 

The children went to their respective homes, and you could hear the thunder starting out in the distance. It had started to sprinkle. It was just a light little rain at first, and then came the storm.
She heard the thunder. It was a loud thunder that could make you jump, if you weren't prepared for it. She loved the sound of thunder, but didn't especially enjoy the lighting. 

Her husband came home. He seemed terribly burdened this evening. She wondered why. Then, she decided to prepare supper. 

The meal time was a time she always looked forward to. She could spend time with her husband, and catch up on the days news. Their conversation went something like this:

"How was work today dear?", she would always ask that first.
He'd reply, "Fine, and how was your day running the house?"
She'd reply, "Fine." 

Then there would be the famous seven minute pause that each conversation supposedly had. Their forks clinked with their knives as they cut the steak that had been prepared. After a moments hesitation, she cleared her throat, and before she could say something, her husband remarked on the day at work.