| Mood:- |
Stormy... awake... expectant! |
| Music:- |
Broken Social Scene - Anthems For A Seventeen-Year-Old Girl |
It seems that the meager light that invades this room on this shadowy and subtle morning has never looked quite this way. It touches the furniture with a dim hint of light, illuminates the reflection in the television screen only enough to see that it is there, nothing more. As if it is on the edge of brightness... too weak to become more, but enough to satisfy.
The window that it enters from is large and clear. The white lace curtains that hang lazily across it hardly obscure the image seen through them: the great leafy majesty of a towering maple. Its branches, loaded with green, are becoming yellowy around the edges. Beyond, the greyness of the sky reigns its dim light over the ancient royal being. Silently, the clouds swirl, looming ominously as if waiting for the perfect moment to unleash their hidden, unimaginable power.
Everything is still and unbreathing. Not asleep, not unaware, just... paused. As if the entire world has entered a lobby, signed up, and sat down, listening for when its name is called. An indefinite standby mode. Just nearly time, but not yet...
And though enjoying this momentary change in pace, I wonder... why delay? Why this unsettling calm? Perhaps it is a build-up of some sort... a gathering of energy before the full and awesome force is set loose. An instant to replenish, to watch and to know. Well, I know what comes next.
And I just can't wait. |
