In the clouds

Mostly, it's like this.
Mostly.
Today, tomorrow; a predictable future, at least as far as the weekend, perhaps a little more. 

I live in the clouds.

The small certainties standing up like towers in the foreground, and the soft green routine fading into a mistier distance.

Sometimes, though, I can see further.

It won't last; the clouds will be back before dawn, and despite myself, I will forget what's inside them.