The rising sun outside my window peers out from the landscape's edge. An orange hue grows larger as time grows longer till the black sky turns completely blue, except for traces of clouds, scattered here and there like splotches of negative space. It’s an unusual day for early December in the pacific north west. I was expecting rain, and grey, and dreary vibes, but something has changed. You could say it’s god’s gift but that would presume climate change has nothing to do with it, or that you believe there’s a weird dude in a cloud controlling our weather patterns. Either way, the state of Washington becomes sunnier each year and everywhere else melts away like bacteria in boiling water. I think about it, but then again I don’t. Though looking outside this window, I remain peaceful, with the soothing hum and whirr of cars rushing down Airport Way, commuters late for work or leisurely on their way. Each car cascades past my window like a white water swell in Chevrolet’s ocean. A siren faintly calls in the distance but ceases just as abruptly -must’ve caught the perpetrator. And still, I sit here like a dumb fish gazing at the world outside my tank. I catch a whiff of exhaust as a giant semi rolls by. It jarringly burps a cloud of smog from it’s less-than-distinguished pipe, briefly tainting the image of blue that I was so entranced by before. As the toxic fluff makes its way to the atmosphere, the collection of tiny things masquerading as a translucent marshmallow begin to scatter, and I see how venomous, and silently, it kills our everything. It’s invisible now and I only remember the feeling. Someday it’ll be just that black cloud and everything else will be my memory. But, for now I’m reveling in the peace of mind this solitude gives me, with my eyes open wide.