Autumnal Contemplation

You're sitting on the hood of your car at the cusp of autumn, smoking a cigarette.
     The stars are bright and the sky is dark. Grey smoke spirals lazily around your head as you lean back to admire the sight.

You're sitting on the hood of your car and the breeze bites just a bit more than it did last week. For a moment you wish you had someone to huddle with for warmth.
     Though a jacket might do just as nicely.

You're sitting on the hood of your car and for a moment, you can't remember why you came out here; what reckless longing sent you driving into the wilderness where the sky is wide and the stars outnumber people a million to one.
     Maybe you don't really need a reason.