A Rich Atmosphere
The evening might have been described as clear, but "blank" was really a much better word. The sky wasn't really unobstructed. It was more as if the powers that be hadn't quite decided on the aerial agenda for the day. This, some realized, was the astronomical version of being put on hold, and the dreadful prospect of the astronomical version of holding music was briefly considered before being dropped like a fluorescent light that a kid who thought would be really fun to swing around in the dark had dropped, the only difference between the analogy and the analogy's non analogy being that the concept of celestial holding music does nothing for you in the dark but make you have the tendency to mumble.
The air, on the other hand, blurred the boundaries between breathing and suffocating; being so thick that looking up and performing the breaststroke would get you near anywhere, the exception, of course, being places with fresh air, since the lack of anything to push against once you got to pristine places generally meant that you really wouldn't have to DIG your own grave when you went. You just went without much hassle. As such, the inhabitants of areas with air that doesn't get in the way of reading generally use aircraft as a means of aerial transportation, but also as a means of achieving the secondary goal of eventually no longer having to use them.
Days where these conditions were evident were becoming so common that eventually, people might just assume it had always been this way and stop making a big fuss out of it. Which was why people were making as much of a fuss as they could now, while others wondered if they had really ever breathed what could be truly called “air”.
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