Midnight nonsense

[smokingboot]

See, I've been a piece of stretched leather, scratched and hard, I have been a parched and thickened tongue, and now at last it's midnight, and the air is free with rain; Not quite itself, not quite us; the night isn't black but orange brown; tonight, midnight is red, and though I love scarlet, I don't like this; it feels as though the sky's been soldered by street lamps, scorch marked clouds, hot copper roads, water hissing when it hits the grid. Everything is burning. I can't even sleep, my throat's still tight, I can't breathe even with my hair wet, my dress soaked through to the skin. I joined the cats running around in the rain. It made no difference. Every window in the house open, still we need more air.

No, I don't want this. Why don't we go, why don't we just run out into the dark and find some real night with some coolness in it, then let's keep running until we don't recognise the road signs. Let's find a place near a river, let's run out without shoes and feel mud between our toes, and if we go far enough, we will find the air and the lightning we need. The cats will run alongside us, they're happy to go. Cats and storms, we need more cats and storms.

http://www.paintingstogo.com/rousseau/tiger.jpg

Comments

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

I love dancing in the rain, but didn't last night as I didn't think it would help. Seems I was right.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Completely right. It was odd; like the sky having a headache. Truly enormous raindrops, but the air still felt dry and oppressive.

Today has been much better.

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

I'd never noticed the storm in that painting before.

Thank you.

It's my pleasure

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

On seeing this for the first time, I noticed the storm and failed to spot the tiger. My excuse is that I was a very smol gurl in primary school, but some claim my perception hasn't improved...

[spiraltower.livejournal.com]

the night isn't black but orange brown
[reads, nods, smiles] That's so dreamlike and so true. That's the very essence of a too-hot night.

The weather forecast should be couched in your words.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you. The things you say make me feel all shy and happy:-) I'm really glad you liked it!