Friday, September 23, 2005
Dance
Looming trees lit by naked flames, take on a beauty that is unparalleled. Green, yellow, orange reds, held in the sky by darker browns. The light of the welders gave life to the still evening scene, which he failed to notice.
Only an irrepressible urge to overtake every car he saw, and that was what he did. He tried singing the song on the CD, but only to come to the realization that he neither knew the lyrics nor understood them. So his thoughts drifted back to the one he never quite shook off.
"The darn car ain't fast enough."
-----It's a miracle I even noticed that the welder's butane flame. The way the light danced across the drifting leaves was not a sight to be missed. With every moment, the almost electric light of the blowtorches became more vibrant, emboldened by the fleeting light of sunset. Soon it was going to be dusk, and the light on the tree shall possess the tree. Like a gentle caress, the light seems to sing a little duet as the two danced a zealous tango.
Such a curious amalgamation of two distinctly seperate world. Mother Nature's stoic tree and Man's playful fire. The unlikely couple sing sweet romance.
While I was alone in the lacking car. A kaleidoscope of unspoken thoughts.
Gavin
pondered @ 20:22
