How Long Has It Been? 6 Months?

The first time, we rode a pillar of stone into the starry night sky. The air was dirty was smog, but we still thought we could see for miles. The city was ablaze that night with shouts and protest, marches that we would soon join. But that night, we only saw the lights from the helicopters, getting closer and closer, like shooting stars suspended in that moment of time.

But the time passed, and we discovered that time was the enemy all along. Today I looked up at the sky through a narrow slit between two buildings. The sky was clear of starry reflections, just like the patchwork layers of window openings in the buildings on either side. I was a good distance away from her, and I stood and paused in this temporary solitude. The only lights in the sky, two tiny, blinking and dim, were on a propeller plane that had temporarily skimmed beneath the cloud cover. The plane was flying away.