She looked up, and there it was

The sky

This time of evening, the city lights reflected on the overcast cover, giving everything a bronze sheen if you looked at it from a distance. It was peculiar, she thought. Both that the sky could do that, and that people didn’t seem to care too much about it

How do they manage? It’s the sky, it’s right there, staring everyone in the face. Or in their haircuts, she thought, chuckling

There was a secret fellowship in the world, she decided. Those whose faces were known to the sky