It had rained everyday until Friday so the air was cool. The clouds didn't give us their all, she thought as she looked up. Or new clouds had simply formed already in their place after falling to the ground as rain. 

When was a cloud in the air, that cloud? When did it become a new cloud after precipitation or more condensation? This question reminded her of the idea of 'nobody stands in the same river that they step into.'

Change was on her mind. That's all she thought about. Transience. Dynamicity. She looked down at her 

cigarette

, it was half finished. Soon it would be over. Gone. Smoke shared between herself and the air. A bit of cancer into her lungs, a bit of smog to the earth. She took another puff and her mind stopped being distracted, and returned to the billboard.

She had just posted the flyer for next month's Final Friday event. A local band from 

Westcity

would be coming to the cafe to perform. She was oddly excited about this. Not because she was into the band or anything. In fact she had become disillusioned with music events after organizing so many of them. What excited her was that she found out that 

Jeannie Hammond

would be coming. 

Or more accurately she read something online that made her think Jeannie would come. 

The flame of the dying cigarette approached her fingers. She put it out and started back towards the cafe. Before she was too close to the building to obscure the sky, she looked up and whispered into the sky.