Empty Sky

Trudging alone on a cobblestone path, looking ahead, I noticed the sky loom from up above, vacant of presence, utterly empty. Only a light blue nothingness stretched out forever, and under its enormous weight I crumpled to the ground like a lost child whimpering for impossible salvation. A cold wind blew past from nowhere and everywhere, and all sense of bearing and comfort and familiarity, any last feeling of significance, evaporated from my body, spilling all around and drifting off in the ubiquitous gusts.