frosty skies and movie highs

I've been around, around the house not getting on the internet much and simply reading from paper pages rather than these bright, eye-screwing, cyber pages. It's been good, but just right now i'm not feeling so blissful, as if i should with all this distraught commotion pertaining to jeff's death and kylee's lose. My mind has been wondering, loosely following old leads on new ideas and new ideas on old things, and i can't help but notice how polluted and hot these summer days have been getting.
The car ride back from Stephanie's was nothing more than a pretty light show with windy movement down the highways and through the suburban outback. As far as the eye could see and even farther, the streaks of highway paint that keep cars in one lane and out of another rolled up the windshield leaving glistening specks and smudges in my line of sight. I don't know whether it's more of a waste of paint, a waste of time or just another facet in U.S.A.'s consumption problem, but, regardless, it is needed for our resource consumming cars and their sometimes idiotic drivers to make it from one point to another with their life. It was quiet almost the entire ride back since Audrey was getting sleepy and had nothing to say besides little, soft, yet noisy moans, and I of course had been feeling beside myself with this distraught overdose on contentment. We focused our eyes outward, away from our simple and close perspectives to the road and it's surroundings; billboards reading great common truths about people and what they'd like to do, "Eat. Shop. Relax.", trying to entice them and giving them some incentive to purchase their business's product and consume it, leaving nothing but it's trash behind. The pollution stood out like a fog in the summer night air. Every light out, colorful billboards, peach highway lamps, green highway signs and car headlights, had their own box of lit fog, showing the straight and vast linear edges. All the signs amid the fog and the rank ambience of American culture, down to my uneasy mood in the backseat of a black Olds 88 with leather interior. It was the incessant hum of the wind created by the car cutting through the foggy night ambience that put everything in perspective for me, leading to my vision eventually blurring insight of the dark, pastel blue sky. This orange spectacle amid the darkness caught my attention with it's marvelous beauty and dubious nature. I focused on the moon, darkened by the pullution to a darker orange, and it got me to thinking how everything that i saw and much, much more could be gone, desist, cease to be at any moment. While i was staring at the sinister moon, i worked myself into a mindset where i believed it could and would happen smoeday, sometime. As i was staring, i noticed the moon was shrinking, being swallowed into the bluish-grey canopy, and, at the time, my heart had skipped at beat and goose bumps arose from my skin, thinking it was all over now. I soon came to my senses realizing the camouflaged clouds had just moved over my eyes view and there really wasn't anything to be affraid of. My mind was playing tricks on me, as usual, but i got at least a faint smile from it all.
I'd write more but it's getting late, and i should sleep. -shouts love to my love, stephanie-