My blue rocket ship that takes me from planet to planet

It was past 4 PM and I was on the 4th floor on a Friday walking the perimeter. I glanced outside the balcony beside 403.

A sheet of dark grey clouds hung over everything. It rained terribly.

I thought about Boba Fett from that series I read as a kid, and how it often rained on the planet he grew up on. Was it: “Kamino?” Something like that. I remember him leaving the planet a lot on a space ship.

I thought about my Veloster N as a rocket ship. One that can take me from planet to planet, from setting to setting, from one atmosphere to another.

This came up for me the next evening when I turned right from Peacock Gap onto the main street. I simply marveled at the Richmond Bridge in the backdrop of clouds and rain as I careened around that curve in the road to the highway.