The dark of night.
I guess I haven't had to write anything in a while, so I was looking out of my dorm window a couple days ago, and I was suddenly inspired or something. So I wrote a short fiction-y piece.
I'm sitting here in the dark, watching the traffic lights in the distance turn from red to yellow to green and back again. The thick layer of clouds obscuring the heavens provides a perfect gradient from deep purple to black. Rain drops on the window blur out reality; distant glimmers of streetlights flicker and twinkle across the dark canvas of night. I'm sitting here in the dark, waiting for the world to change. But it doesn't. The endless cycle repeats: yellow, red, green, yellow, red, green. Exactly the same as it has been every night I've looked out the window the past eight months. The same silence, occasionally punctured by shrill sirens that fade away with time or the deep rumblings of passing trucks. The same earthy smell of pine and salty flavor of the sea. I've had enough of sitting here in the dark, waiting for the world to change. I'm moving on. A turn of a knob, a click of a latch. I’m not looking back. But I know somewhere out there, someone else is still waiting. Still hearing. Still watching. Yellow, red, green, yellow, red, green.
Also. David Cook FTMFW. I'm so happy he won.
I'm sitting here in the dark, watching the traffic lights in the distance turn from red to yellow to green and back again. The thick layer of clouds obscuring the heavens provides a perfect gradient from deep purple to black. Rain drops on the window blur out reality; distant glimmers of streetlights flicker and twinkle across the dark canvas of night. I'm sitting here in the dark, waiting for the world to change. But it doesn't. The endless cycle repeats: yellow, red, green, yellow, red, green. Exactly the same as it has been every night I've looked out the window the past eight months. The same silence, occasionally punctured by shrill sirens that fade away with time or the deep rumblings of passing trucks. The same earthy smell of pine and salty flavor of the sea. I've had enough of sitting here in the dark, waiting for the world to change. I'm moving on. A turn of a knob, a click of a latch. I’m not looking back. But I know somewhere out there, someone else is still waiting. Still hearing. Still watching. Yellow, red, green, yellow, red, green.
Also. David Cook FTMFW. I'm so happy he won.