In my flat 5:50 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2011/03/09 at 17:02

I look up from my computer for a minute  and notice I need to switch the light on as the room is getting dark, then, as I turn in my chair reaching for the light switch I happen to glance out the window.  From the low position in my chair the boring blocks of flats just outside are hidden by the window frame and all I see are the forest clad hills and the sky. Speckled with houses the hill is surprisingly green despite the spring not having reached my city and the sky is a light blue with a few tufts of slightly orange clouds. In the middle of this rather bland picture are three blocks of shining gold. The windows of a row of houses on the hill are lit by the last rays of the sun and reflecting back at me with a bright, full, golden lustre. Something compels me to stand up, walk to the window and just look out, a brief moment of beauty amidst the everyday greyness.


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