We have to get as far away from the explosion

It felt awkward in my hand, clumsy. It felt like a slinky, a hot potato. I needed to sit it down. I sat it down in the passenger side seat and reajusted the pillow behind my back. I thought the sky looked perfect
yesterday. Greys churn, green swamp with gold flares. Then you notice you've forgotten to notice. When was the exact point I was envoluped into the grey? gravel round -a-bought road between the Chucky Cheese Billboard and Save-A-Lot