It was one of those cold, late autumnal nights that announce the busy and self-absorbed people that summer is long gone. The leaves have only just begun to change color. Most were green, and that fact still bothered you. But sensing the cool air at your fingertips made you all the more awake at 4 in the A.M.
You let your arms sort of dangle from the window. Being so high up, you felt in control of the world. You could admire the natural beauty of the place far and wide, and you never ceased to thank life for such an opportunity. The chilly night stretched itself over the campus and all around the city. High up in the sky you could see the moon, and once again you felt just as lonely. You looked over at him, but he, being absorbed in thought, barely acknowledged your presence. In a way you were grateful for that chance, to be able to shoot furtive glances at his mysterious and silent persona.
Now and then you’d break the silence in hopes of striking some chord, but it was rather useless. He felt numb. And despite his physical alertness, though serene, his inner world was still asleep. And you felt daft because your words sounded silly and childish. You were not able to interest him in looking at you. You were not able to make him see your world.
The night, so black and eerie soon became enveloped in fog. You looked out into the distance, seeing the lamp post lights as sparkles from some other realm. It was a beautiful silence, and though you felt him so reserved and wrapped up in his own thoughts, you were glad you got to share this moment with him. You thought to yourself “I could make this a movie scene; it is perfect!”, and you smiled, knowing deep within that at some point or another this would inspire you to create something.
Looking deeper and observing the fog as it covered the surrounding area, you felt part of a surreal occurrence. The ethereal feeling resulted from being so high above the ground. It was as if you were one on one with the clouds. And looking over the fog and the dimly lighted streets, you were in awe that such beautiful things happened while most of the population was asleep or too engaged to notice it. So you felt a sense of pride that you sacrificed the sleeping hours to witness the natural beauty of an autumnal, foggy night.
It no longer mattered who felt what. Or who did not feel what. All that mattered was that you were with him, just sharing a simple moment in life. A moment, which, perhaps he will pass by as a distant and insignificant memory, but one which you will treasure deeply, locked away in the depths of your heart.
You looked far out into the fog and you felt a resemblance with your current state of mind. He was as distant and evasive as the fog. But he was also as unremitting and ubiquitous as the fog. He seemed to be part of your thoughts continually for years on end. He became such a big part of you that you no longer resisted or fought it.
You smiled ---as your eyes scanned his solemn silhouette.
November, 2009
You let your arms sort of dangle from the window. Being so high up, you felt in control of the world. You could admire the natural beauty of the place far and wide, and you never ceased to thank life for such an opportunity. The chilly night stretched itself over the campus and all around the city. High up in the sky you could see the moon, and once again you felt just as lonely. You looked over at him, but he, being absorbed in thought, barely acknowledged your presence. In a way you were grateful for that chance, to be able to shoot furtive glances at his mysterious and silent persona.
Now and then you’d break the silence in hopes of striking some chord, but it was rather useless. He felt numb. And despite his physical alertness, though serene, his inner world was still asleep. And you felt daft because your words sounded silly and childish. You were not able to interest him in looking at you. You were not able to make him see your world.
The night, so black and eerie soon became enveloped in fog. You looked out into the distance, seeing the lamp post lights as sparkles from some other realm. It was a beautiful silence, and though you felt him so reserved and wrapped up in his own thoughts, you were glad you got to share this moment with him. You thought to yourself “I could make this a movie scene; it is perfect!”, and you smiled, knowing deep within that at some point or another this would inspire you to create something.
Looking deeper and observing the fog as it covered the surrounding area, you felt part of a surreal occurrence. The ethereal feeling resulted from being so high above the ground. It was as if you were one on one with the clouds. And looking over the fog and the dimly lighted streets, you were in awe that such beautiful things happened while most of the population was asleep or too engaged to notice it. So you felt a sense of pride that you sacrificed the sleeping hours to witness the natural beauty of an autumnal, foggy night.
It no longer mattered who felt what. Or who did not feel what. All that mattered was that you were with him, just sharing a simple moment in life. A moment, which, perhaps he will pass by as a distant and insignificant memory, but one which you will treasure deeply, locked away in the depths of your heart.
You looked far out into the fog and you felt a resemblance with your current state of mind. He was as distant and evasive as the fog. But he was also as unremitting and ubiquitous as the fog. He seemed to be part of your thoughts continually for years on end. He became such a big part of you that you no longer resisted or fought it.
You smiled ---as your eyes scanned his solemn silhouette.
November, 2009
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