Skythings

There are new things in the sky, smooth white disks stacked atop each other, that seem to hover in place. I never see them move, except to rise higher until they are too far away to see. They either don't have lights, or they don't come out at night. And they hum, a more sonorous sound than a jet engine. I suppose you already know about them. I suppose everybody does. By now I'm sure people can't remember what life was like without them. You can forget how fast things change, if you don't look up.