Thursday, February 6, 6:37 pm – Through my living room window
Objective Description: As nighttime falls, the world darkens an already dark and cloudy sky. Through my window, I can see a single street lamp, shining down onto the sidewalk and illuminating the telephone lines jutting off of it.
Subjective description: The world is dark outside, dampened from the ongoing storm of the day. Enshrining the world in darkness, the clouds cover the stars above, creating a claustrophobic feeling as if the whole sky is shrinking in on you. The world feels as if in slow motion, everyone existing in a trance. Everything is dulled. Yet, there is a single ray of light illuminating a small patch of the sidewalk, the light climbing its way up the light pole to shine on the wires of the telephone lines above. A question surrounds the light, asking who will enter. There is a mystique, a power that the light holds. The students who pass into the spotlight hold a strange power. The wires create an intricate design above, reflecting the light and entangling it into their branches. The branches, in their clear and distinguished lines catch the eye, the only unblurred lines in the world.