Tide – Daily Object Writing – Feb 18
Feb 18th, 2010 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingA tide of traffic moving along the shorelines of tall buildings, a tide of words released from the floodgates of consciousness, flowing in a musical crescendo, the phonetic beat of sing song language. Tides of music rushing to the shores of your ears, whispering like receding waves on a long beach near sunset. Boats pulled into the shore take on an orange hue, the whole world starts to recede into the tide of night that is eating the horizon. The tide of relaxation; a drug flooding through you, knowing the day is done, the stresses and strains are floating away to another land, will soon be forgotten, just ‘you’ time. Time for being in the time being. Tide washing ashore the carcass of a dead penguin, a husk of its former self, but with a rich aroma of death preceding, as our footsteps squeak on sunset sand. The night closing down the light beneath the trees along the shore, a wild magical journey through a small forest of intrigue, rotting leaves and vegetation and something else dead in there, then steps climbing into the known world. We are welcomed by a tide of stars, the carpet of the milky way beginning to be unfurl. The promises of distant galaxies hurled at us at tremendous speed. We are a mere nano in the twinkling of the lights eye, maybe not even a flip of a neuron. A tide of relief as the key snaps into the lock and the door squeaks open and we are the tide rushing in to the ocean within the house.
