It’s an amazing experience coming inside on a bright, cold, sunny day. Outside, everything is monochromatic, white on white, snow covering the ground, salt covering cars. It all feels alive, somehow more real. The cold bites into you, the sunshine makes you squint. You feel everything.
But then coming back into the office, before your eyes can adjust, everything is off. All the colours are muted, like a sepia photograph, or a TV that’s about to die. The prickly sensation in your limbs starts to disappear, you feel nothing again.
For a few moments it’s not real, at least not like it was outside. Slowly, it all dissipates, and it’s back to “real life”.
About the author
Jimothy
Canada
An engineer, who is exploring other avenues of creative outlet. I don’t know if I’ve got the hang of this writing thing yet, but it is fun.
Current Book quote to ponder:
“One instrumental group after the other steps back, and what remains as the work fades away is the high G of a cello, the final word, the final sound, floating off, slowly vanishing in a pianissimo fermata. Then nothing more. Silence and night. But the tone, which is no more, for which, as it hangs there vibrating in the silence, only the soul listens, and which was the dying note of sorrow – is no longer that, its meaning changes, it stands as a light in the night.”
From Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann
Published on February 27, 2008.
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