Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Monday, November 29, 2010
The Drive Home
the line sways like a holiday parade or fireworks with no need to ever leave the ground from up here they are slow a tire hiss in the tangled night the cold drapes over them warm in the loss of light as the mountain (and I) watch over them
I like the way you show how something sort of mundane and dreary, like being stuck in traffic, when viewed from a different perspective, transcends into the mysterious and lovely. Will think of this next time I'm in a traffic jam. :)
Karen, cold and the loss of light...very potent sensations.
Walking Man, I definitely had the better position in that moment.
Akasha, thanks!
Bru, very appreciated!
Oddyoddyo13, a perfect moment for a cup of tea. And a blanket.
Sere, I like that thought. :) It's true--the wildly different perspectives. So many diverse human experiences packed in a space as tight as our line of sight.
Very evocative! I am jealous of this line: the cold drapes over them.
ReplyDeleteToo much traffic. Good thing your watching from the mountain.
ReplyDeletea tire hiss in the tangled night. Love it.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDelete~bru
This was very relaxing. :) Superbly done Jason!
ReplyDeleteI like the way you show how something sort of mundane and dreary, like being stuck in traffic, when viewed from a different perspective, transcends into the mysterious and lovely. Will think of this next time I'm in a traffic jam. :)
ReplyDeleteKaren, cold and the loss of light...very potent sensations.
ReplyDeleteWalking Man, I definitely had the better position in that moment.
Akasha, thanks!
Bru, very appreciated!
Oddyoddyo13, a perfect moment for a cup of tea. And a blanket.
Sere, I like that thought. :) It's true--the wildly different perspectives. So many diverse human experiences packed in a space as tight as our line of sight.