What is it? What? What?

I think there's something strange going on.

I just looked out the window. And in the sky? There's this...object. It appears to be round, although it is so bright, I can't look directly at it.

There's a memory -- an elusive, will-o'-the-wisp sort of memory -- telling me that this thing in the sky means no harm. Yellow is its color, and it is warm on my face.

And the sky. There is blueness. It doesn't look like God left the trousers of His best suit lying on heaven's floor anymore. Apparently, He took them to the dry cleaner's.

I hope He'll forget to pick them up, which is what I always do.