Every so often, a beam of light sweeps past. A row of apartments and condos is lit up, as red-white objects float gently past. The sound of their enginges fades as they come past a hill, their lights a faint glow in the distance, dissapearing in the midst of a darkening sky. The apartment lights return to lifelesssness, the only indication of passing time the low humming noise in te background, along with the occasional engine off in the distance. The mountain is a black shadow against a dark blue sky, a high condo stands soley illuminated, surrounded by a black outline to the single light atop the peak. Almost a star, it shows the joining of the mountain to the night, a sole survivor amongst an onslight of bright sparkling stars.
The gentle flow of a stream off in the distance helps me ot keep track of time, a constant and continuous reminder amidst random vehicle noise and the odd sounds off in the distance. My body, at least from the thigh up, seems to spring from nowhere, my fingers and the sounds of clicking keys a constant reminder to me that I am, in fact, here. The flexing of te laptop and te bouncing of te screen create a cinematic quality, worthy of an early 20th century silent film, with sound reel.
Laughter in the distance. A challenge. Silence.
A vehicle approaches. Will it turn or will it pass. Grass illuminated. A van drivespast, the beam cast of headlights and a flowing set of taillights the only thing marking it's presence. Soon it dissapears leaving only the sound of an overworked engine in it's wake. It fades into the distance slowly, repeatedly ressureced in both sound and sight.
A truck appears from nowhere and drives across the plain. I close my laptop as my heart jumps into overdrive. Sitting by silently, I watch them drive to a barrier with a chain strung across. Dismounting and disengaging the chain, they roll right past. The frenzied storm of activity dissapears just as quickly as it has come, lights returning to normal, the landscape painted amidst a backlight of slowly cooling night.