Writing

Picture a dark night atop a hill. Nothing, but pitch black in every direction, the wind gently tugging at you. Now, see a light blossom in the distance. It's casts an orange glow, and you quickly gather it's a street light. While you were focusing on that single light, another sprung into existence near it. Soon, hundreds of light begin appearing, varying from an almost red-ish hue, to clean white florescent. Within minutes, you are standing on a lightless hill, surrounded by illumination. They shine so bright that they stain the sky, making the once mysterious night both safe and undesirable. The wind has picked up, and now pulls at you wildly. Picture now, that you are kite, flying over the hill. The wind above the hill is now like gravity to you. It's pull, although rough and buffering, is what sustains you. You are caught between two worlds, the sky and the earth. Before you can adjust to the wild wind, your string is cut. The dark hill that lay below you now twists and tumbles in your vision. The wind is leading out from under that patch of black, and into the ten thousand lights. You are out of control, veering into an orange nightmare.

Please now go to youtube or itunes, and listen to the song, 15 step by Radiohead. While listening, think of the veering kite over the glowing city.

I have always had this image in my head, about this song. Atop of nose hill, seeing all the city alight. I thought i'd share that with you, and try my hand at writing in the same instance.

Thank you.