Your focus broken, it sets in that dusk has rolled over the plains. Long stringy clouds are struck through with orange, plum, magenta blushing. Stars and satelites are already poking through across the insistence of the night sky, glimmering. A streak of light, north to southwest. Another one. Another. 10, 15, 30, uncountable already. Your breathe catches in your chest. Hundreds of lights tearing across the expanse above you, clouds swirling and churned. A distant electronic screeching, quiet then swelling then gnashing behind your eyes. You have to cover them, curl forward, grit.