Streak...

I just went out for a cigarette a moment ago, braving the cold for half a cancer sticks worth of nicotine. Lost in thought and contemplating what transitions I should make to journey forward in life while enjoying the buzz of a diet vodka raz, I looked up. There, below the moon and a single star shining bright was a subtle slash across the increasingly darkening sky. At first I wondered if it was a snail trail left by a jet breaking the sky. I looked from horizon to horizon noting how it faded into the depths of deep blue-black of the East only at the darkest point but continued without question or interruption to the West. Looking back to the just right of center at its position beneath the moon I realized that it had moved North. Although the end points remained set, the summit of the delicately bleached sky moved. Every time I looked away and back it moved more. What could it have been? I look at my hand and see that in my awe I smoked a quarter more of the white paper wrapped tobacco then I had anticipated.