Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice

The shadow of the blimp passed, and I shivered in its darkness. Overhead, its motors roared, a distant din, and I, with hands in pockets, walked on, whistling a simple tune. For a time, our motion coincided, but all passions and loves will fade, and ours was a simple affair. I took a left, a left I had been heading for for a long time, but the shadow kept on in its course. It would shadow other strangers, and I had walked in its shade for a time. Some nights are full of music, some days are silent in nature.