"pioneer" (cause i said i would..)

the paling light is familiar, but it is a liar. it forces one to think of this time, which occurs and passes each day, as constant, but it is a liar. the creamy, orange glow is earlier than yesterday and, in turn, will sneak upon us, charms and all, even earlier tomorrow. i trace the lines of barely visible clouds... its 6:54PM, the day is ebbing and, with it, thoughts are pulled outward by some strange yet powerful undertow. i am told to seek shelter, build a fire, wrap and warm the young... but i don't - i can't. i, like this day, am fighting against an end that is aware of me before i even see the beginning -- i am man, modern, sleek with satellite thoughts and power-steering. i look up, down and blink and the creamy sky has passed and now a milky grey exists -- milky white like a aged wedding veil, one kept for a thought, a tear-jerker, a memory. i press my face to the window and feel the warmth that exists outside and probably will for hours, if not days, to come. my breath fogs up the glass, it turns a similar shade of milky white as the back-drop-sky... milky white, like a memory.

(lunch break memories...)