Outside I see a sleeping giant.
Almost surreal in its calmness and lack of sounds. Especially for a weekend.
Greys and pastels leak into concrete and wet. It's a time that reminds me of the saying 'calm before the storm'. It looks like I shouldn't be so relaxed but I am. My mind has created countless stories by just the mood I see and feel. I let my mind wander.
Outside looks muggy at times but that's freezing fog's attempt to entice me. Calling me out of my warmth.
Like an invisible siren singing a melodious silent song while searching for its targets.
My cat-like personality ignores the call. I curl deeper in my toasty corner.
Every so often a different siren is heard in the background. It slowly grows in volume in its urgency to some emergency. It jolts me back into our current reality.
I hope it's a minor incident. I imagine a distraught, scared family.
I wipe away the distressing thought. I replace it with an ambulance on its way back after checking on a simple incident call. It almost feels like my hopeful thought may come true if I add enough details. I have my own experiences of calling that number so details come naturally.
I look out the window once again. A solid light violet blanket spreads out.
I see warm rays, stroking my skin. Feel the sun and light dancing beyond my closed lids. I smell sea air, the saltiness invading my senses. Sprays of wet salt and sand kissing me in greeting. I hear the soft wind, caressing me into a slumber. Protecting me from heat and cradling me to sleep.
Again I wonder, if I put enough details will I see the sun?
Photo by Hadinet Tekie