Renegadetourist

The window, 10:20 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2012/06/29 at 20:35

Swedish summer nights are very nearly endless, the light usually not fading til about eleven but tonight is different. It is still light enough to see by  but there is a darkness to the sky that makes it feel like as if light is fading from the world altogether. Dark, brooding rain clouds mingle with a thick, light grey soup that blocks out the sun, tinged purple by nonexistent sunset and orange from pointless street lights. Rain falls heavily on the ground, creating streams and pools on path beneath my window. The world is lifeless and empty except for a few disembodied voices floating through the nether. It is as if the tempest that will end all things is settling over our city and all we can do is cower in our homes while we wait for the first lightning strike. Perhaps I should go out?

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