On Thirty One Flavours of Sublime
Tiny claps draw me from my thoughts. I still find it strange to forget the most of my time at the wheel. It's as though everything between the start and end is sun-bleached and forgotten. In these moments I'm less experiencing and more reacting until the quiet hollow claps pull me into the present.
I can see the harsh shadows cast on the road. Together they resemble my car. They stay with me on the road and I feel the sun on my shoulder as it peeps in under through my windows. I can feel it looking at me. Which makes the faint, droning smacks seem all-the-more fantastic.
The windscreen is becoming crowded. I begin focussing on the windscreen itself instead of what's behind it. I push down on the stalk and the wipers bring the distance into focus. I become aware that I'm chasing a rainbow. I drive along gaping at the sight framed by windshield before slowing to stop at the traffic light. At this point I find that I'm holding my breath.
This continues for five more blocks before I find that the rainbow has disappeared. I'm not conscious of how it happened or how long ago. I start looking around, dipping my head, stretching my neck and peering in my mirrors trying to glimpse the layers of sunny hues. It takes me a while to realise that I am inside the rainbow. No pot of gold, no Leprechaun's. I'm content in the idea that I've captured the improbable and I drive on stealing glances at the spires of sunlight seeping through the clouds. The way the sky looks more neopolitan than it does vanilla only it has no chocolate while cranberry has replaced its strawberry.
I can see the harsh shadows cast on the road. Together they resemble my car. They stay with me on the road and I feel the sun on my shoulder as it peeps in under through my windows. I can feel it looking at me. Which makes the faint, droning smacks seem all-the-more fantastic.
The windscreen is becoming crowded. I begin focussing on the windscreen itself instead of what's behind it. I push down on the stalk and the wipers bring the distance into focus. I become aware that I'm chasing a rainbow. I drive along gaping at the sight framed by windshield before slowing to stop at the traffic light. At this point I find that I'm holding my breath.
This continues for five more blocks before I find that the rainbow has disappeared. I'm not conscious of how it happened or how long ago. I start looking around, dipping my head, stretching my neck and peering in my mirrors trying to glimpse the layers of sunny hues. It takes me a while to realise that I am inside the rainbow. No pot of gold, no Leprechaun's. I'm content in the idea that I've captured the improbable and I drive on stealing glances at the spires of sunlight seeping through the clouds. The way the sky looks more neopolitan than it does vanilla only it has no chocolate while cranberry has replaced its strawberry.
At 19:59 Debaser mumbled incoherently.
1 Comments:
Once, in pre-primary school, this girl called Kirstin told me that during lunch, she had got outside the gates and climbed the rainbow which we had been watching during the afternoon. Kirstin's are such liars!
And I know I told you this on MSN, Matt, but... I always thought you could never reach a rainbow, because it only exists relative to your position. Once you get closer, it dissapears because from your vantage point the angle of light on water isn't enough to produce a rainbow.
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