The Romance Of Streetlights
I've always found streetlights strangely beautiful.
I'm sure more people would, if only they took the time to look up. We often ignore what our eyes can't see, but then again, you can't ignore what your eyes never know.
Bright, like candles hanging in midair above the terraces and ever changing colours of the traffic lights below. Above the green go, amber slow, red no, they stand stationary waiting for the light to break the dusk.
Nothing but still, watching the blur of headlights and metal speed past along the grey streaks dotted with white that line their each side. Silent and static amidst the chaos. It's a sight to look up and see this luminescence framed by some vast expanse of dark and stars flickering softly in the background. "Turn your head up" is all they'd ever ask if they could speak. Politely, of course.
Rather this than roses and a box of chocolates.
3 comments:
Had the read a couple of times to appreciate your prose. Give it some air to breathe I would say. Thank God for your last line.
Reminds me of your Metropolis.
Yeah, this was a little rushed. The idea sparked while walking home and I had to get it down as fast as possible. Haha.
Ninotaziz,
I heard your daughter fell in love with Arief Hamizan's words?
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