A night trip to the airport.
No stars spotting the sky.
Deep blue, night blue, dark electron blue
Pale full moon imprisoned by tiny strips of silent clouds.
The big plant stood on the left, gigantic starship temporary settled in the bay for some unknown reason
Its yellow lights were glittering strong amid the smoke and steam of the thin and tall towers of the power plant.
The metallic sensation of a magic and unreal life just out of the border of the road.
The rules were different there, for sure.
Granted it is.
It breathed heavily as a tired animal laying to rest, surrounded by the cold of the night
Its heart pulsed slowly and it was quite strange to see this shiny, long and narrow animal sleeping so close to you experiencing no fear at all. It was quite strange to see this beast, so powerful and actually unfriendly, lying apperently so calm, surrounded only by the silence of the night.
You could actually believe in a momentary lapse of force, in a temporary short rest before the giant keeps moving again, ruling the rest of the land.
The strip of icy water to cool down the reactors were just beyond the last lights of the buildings.
Black, smooth strip of water reflecting the clouds actually covering the sky.
No traffic till now. No traffic till the classic rush hours when the city wakes up to start a brand new day, actually just a projection of the old one into the white frame of a new sequence of hours, simply a new envelope to be filled up with the ususal propositions and hopes, memories and fears, dreams and illusions. The constant and fix black holes of the human life, those singular point that really matters and make the difference in the life. The proposition and the believing of the future and things to move from the unreal to the real, from the brain, or the heart if you prefer, and the confident touch of the senses. Those matters, issues, wishes that put all together into an envelope makes the meaning of an existence, define the road or at least the path or the possible path, and give a reason to the life, a new barrier agains the end, the chaos, death, reassuring you as a part of the world acting and ruling and moving things and thoughts making the world different anyway.
Part of the world.
Living and breathing, flowing and moving like this taxi in this cold night.
A direction, a path, a destination, a reason.
Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths.