spare me the effects
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Streaks of orange rippled through the still-dusk skies above. One of those unusual still-too-early-to-be-night-time afternoons, with the sun reluctant to move out of its rigid position, and give way to the luminscent moon that was slowly embedding the skies with its onyx blanket and white pearls.
From my left, I could see the somewhat blue sky being eaten up by zigzagging clouds that were of orange in shade. To the right, it was purplish to blackish, a sign that the roads will flicker with lamp lights, and the shining sun will be no more.
As much as i'd like to notice one side, I can't, as I lay down on a shady patch of grass, head thrown back on my hands, completely still. Trying to turn my head from left to right strained my nerves all too well, and i'm not one to be seen laughing off peculiar, repititive, miniscule pain. Though my eyes be shrouded with dark shades, I could chance a glimpse of the transitions of each sky, and somehow, I remembered how one of those 3-in-1 ice cream packs look like, when it starts to melt, and the line that divides the chocolate from the cheese and the cheese from the mocha is gone. Damn, i'm hungry.
As I drifted off to sleep, I somewhat remember the feeling of a feather-light touch running through my side. Dream, it is not.
I sigh.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:04 PM,
