three am personification and ramblings
it is currently 315am. i went to bed 4 hours ago to the occasional roll of thunder and flash of lightning.
the sky is now decidedly angry. the view from my window the canvas of a defunct strobe light owned by a frustrated musician - his bulb pulsing slightly out of sync with his discordant, hypnotic rhythm. light and noise work their way between my blinds. having already alerted the outside world with tricks of shadow and sound they now feel obliged to give purpose to their ire: to convince me that sleep is not somewhere i need to be. i am woken, and as his lone witness in this house, the single confident of a sky complaining, i am strangely flattered.
[half an hour passes]
you find me now, counselor to the sky, an amateur psychologist unable to tell my patient that his mother is to blame. i am relegated to consoling the occasional sob and to placate the tears pouring sheets of rain across my window. his mood has changed: rage to sadness, fury to melancholy. the earlier catharsis of emotion displaced by a more tolerable trickle, a longing for respect and admiration. i offer both, it is all i can do. the tears cease, the sobbing stops...
i am encouraged to return to sleep. i do so.
they say that florida has more lightening than any other state. nights like tonight are the reason.
the sky is now decidedly angry. the view from my window the canvas of a defunct strobe light owned by a frustrated musician - his bulb pulsing slightly out of sync with his discordant, hypnotic rhythm. light and noise work their way between my blinds. having already alerted the outside world with tricks of shadow and sound they now feel obliged to give purpose to their ire: to convince me that sleep is not somewhere i need to be. i am woken, and as his lone witness in this house, the single confident of a sky complaining, i am strangely flattered.
[half an hour passes]
you find me now, counselor to the sky, an amateur psychologist unable to tell my patient that his mother is to blame. i am relegated to consoling the occasional sob and to placate the tears pouring sheets of rain across my window. his mood has changed: rage to sadness, fury to melancholy. the earlier catharsis of emotion displaced by a more tolerable trickle, a longing for respect and admiration. i offer both, it is all i can do. the tears cease, the sobbing stops...
i am encouraged to return to sleep. i do so.
they say that florida has more lightening than any other state. nights like tonight are the reason.