Drifting Sound
The night had arrived bringing a gradual cooling. Slowly a mist was forming. The world was closing around me. The lights of humanity dimmed, then disappeared. Sounds faded as if being sucked into a void.
Horizontal bands of varying greys had taken over most of the sky. Only a single band of colour remained. It was as if time itself, desired to hang on to what had been.
Vague patches of pure black fought to cover what had been once colourful images. Hiding all traces of humanities intervention. For a few moments I was alone.
Then I lifted my eyes to the heavens. I was transfixed by the simmering world of the stars. Taken for a moment into the cosmos. Carried deep into humanities past. As if seeing briefly what had been. As I wait for my future. That which is yet to come. Breathing deep, I walk slowly home.
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Most interesting take Michael, enjoyed where you took me.
You’ve painted such a pretty picture.
Profound. Especially liked the way you built up hope for the future.
Thank you Yarnspinnerr, I was lucky to be out after 10pm walking my dog, the result was Drifting Sound,
Beautiful! I was in a trance ….
Thanking you for your lovely feedback, Drifting Sound was a factual report on my late night walk last night, with my dog. The gathering mist in the valley gave me much to contemplate.
I envy you 🙂
There is beauty all around the world, I marvel at natures resilience. Thank you Reena
Great descriptions. Loved the way you took one moment of reflection and said so much with it. Nice one.
Thank you Iain. Drifting Sound was me reflecting on a late night walk, taken last night. I was smitten by the magic of a autumn night.
Splendid flash .
Beautifully written .
Hi Moon, thank you for such a lovely comment. I really appreciate it. I was fortunate with the prompt picture, for Drifting Sound was rather factual; being a response to my late night walk last night with my dog.
Transfixed between past and future. When your character lifted his eyes to the heavens, I immediately thought of Psalm 121:1-2:
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
James. When I wrote this, resting in front of me was indeed heaven and earth.
Your descriptions paint a very ominous scene! Great story Mike!
Thank you PJ. Although in some ways ominous, there was also grandeur and magnificence on display from nature that night.
Yes, indeed!
Dwelling between darkness of the mind and the pure light of the future, the story took me on an amazing ride! Wonderfully worded, Michael!
– Anagha From Team MocktailMommies
Thank you Anagha, that night nature certainly found its way into my mind.
The lights of humanity dimmed……beautiful poignant words. good piece of writing.
https://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/09/the-night.html
Some evenings the lights of humanity do dim, often unfortunately for the worst reasons. Thank you Kalpana.
Really like the description!
Thank you Joyfrida, I was lucky to be in the right place at the right time, to report on natures magnificence.
Literary – which I love.
What a lovely comment, thank you, Rosemary
Very profound descriptions.
Thank you so much Neel