Watching the Sky

“Make it all go away.”

I was watching the sky and thinking.

“Make it all go away.”

That phrase, those words: I had heard them so many times. It all seemed like a plea to something, to some mystery, to make all hurt vanish without effort - for everything to right itself in the blink of an eye. The deus ex machina ending. Above, the sky was in two. In the west, all was dark, storm clouds had bubbled, unnoticed throughout the day, and appeared to be encroaching, while in the east all was clear - t...