Monday, February 8, 2010

"Certain Slant of Light"

Stopped at a red light I looked in my rear view mirror and was laid low by the evening sky a dark blue with no pinks or golds just deepening blue before darkness. I felt an urge to drive off into that blue light and then run and run and keep on going into that sky and not stop for anything (there has to be something better than this now life). And then I remembered being young and seeing that same sky in a different place and a different time and a feeling of comfort came over me so sweet. Wistful for youth.


  1. That's some perfect prose. Extra credit for the Proustian flavor.