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As I sit on the cliff, I watch the light dance from the tops of buildings, flickering on and off in the night sky. Stars still shine in that velvet black drape, but others fall tonight, a fireworks display courtesy of nature. The heat from below keeps our feet warm as I push my body nearer to Jane. We need no words, just a smile to reassure us that we are both feeling the same way. This is a sublime moment, something that can only come once in a lifetime, we savour it.
I feel the warmth of her arm around mine as we stare at the sea in the distance. There are no ships tonight to sully the majesty of the ocean, waves rule their space in this dark evening and, even this far away, we can hear them crashing against the rocks in a proud display of defiance. Ours is the best of views, the man made city verses the beauty of nature and the closeness that only lovers can feel.
I believe that I’ve never seen trees this way before. Before today they were merely scenery to my life, but now I understood them for the first time. They showed their strength in slow years, pushing pavement, road and even buildings aside, but we were living at a different pace and couldn’t see anything that didn’t move with us. But now I see them, I see them standing while people rush past, insignificant to this world, a mere fraction of time for an age old planet.
And so the earth reclaims her own. Amid the mechanical, the technological and the un-natural the earth always looks after herself, healing and making anew. We, the lodgers, make a stake for our part in her being, but our part is only short and all things must end. We have mimicked her, creating in one hand and destroying in the other, but we do not grasp that subtleness with which she herself replenishes the soil, we merely seek to find better ways of testing her resilience.
It wasn’t until now that I understood the fullness of being. You can never find your self in a crowded office, even on a beach; you need either utter peace or a moment like this to define who you really are and what you mean to the world. It’s at times like this that you can really wonder at the universe. Right now, up there in the vastness of space, another life-form on another planet could be sitting on a rock looking at the sky and thinking the same thing as me. Isn’t that amazing? Of course, we may never meet, that’s more certain now than it has ever been, but who knows? Perhaps our spirits will?
Not even the mechanical drone of a car alarm being set off in the distance can disrupt me now. Jane has fallen asleep on my lap and I stroke her hair. I notice parts of it coming away in my hand, but it doesn’t frighten me. We were meant for this moment and only this moment in time, nothing more. I stare back out at the stars as they slowly fade away, the sea gradually dying out in my ears.
It is in the most turbulent of times that you can feel most sublime. Someone once told me that and for some reason I now understand what they meant.
I feel the warmth of her arm around mine as we stare at the sea in the distance. There are no ships tonight to sully the majesty of the ocean, waves rule their space in this dark evening and, even this far away, we can hear them crashing against the rocks in a proud display of defiance. Ours is the best of views, the man made city verses the beauty of nature and the closeness that only lovers can feel.
I believe that I’ve never seen trees this way before. Before today they were merely scenery to my life, but now I understood them for the first time. They showed their strength in slow years, pushing pavement, road and even buildings aside, but we were living at a different pace and couldn’t see anything that didn’t move with us. But now I see them, I see them standing while people rush past, insignificant to this world, a mere fraction of time for an age old planet.
And so the earth reclaims her own. Amid the mechanical, the technological and the un-natural the earth always looks after herself, healing and making anew. We, the lodgers, make a stake for our part in her being, but our part is only short and all things must end. We have mimicked her, creating in one hand and destroying in the other, but we do not grasp that subtleness with which she herself replenishes the soil, we merely seek to find better ways of testing her resilience.
It wasn’t until now that I understood the fullness of being. You can never find your self in a crowded office, even on a beach; you need either utter peace or a moment like this to define who you really are and what you mean to the world. It’s at times like this that you can really wonder at the universe. Right now, up there in the vastness of space, another life-form on another planet could be sitting on a rock looking at the sky and thinking the same thing as me. Isn’t that amazing? Of course, we may never meet, that’s more certain now than it has ever been, but who knows? Perhaps our spirits will?
Not even the mechanical drone of a car alarm being set off in the distance can disrupt me now. Jane has fallen asleep on my lap and I stroke her hair. I notice parts of it coming away in my hand, but it doesn’t frighten me. We were meant for this moment and only this moment in time, nothing more. I stare back out at the stars as they slowly fade away, the sea gradually dying out in my ears.
It is in the most turbulent of times that you can feel most sublime. Someone once told me that and for some reason I now understand what they meant.
A lovely story, perhaps encapsulating the 'subime' topic in possibly both the most obvious and then again a subtle way. I liked it a lot, even if it didn't go to such abstract levels that I'd have liked, but it's not my story. Very good, I liked the last paragraph.
Yes, you've pretty much got the intention.
The idea was for it to work on several levels, firstly as a simple story of two lovers, then as a more subtle hint that they were dying and thirdly it was trying to get across that the natural world has a much better way of looking after itself and man just tends to muck things up without creating again.
I then realised that you could also read it literally as an armageddon story told by someone who was too in love to care. So, an eco-friendly love suicide story. Pigeon-hole that!
The idea was for it to work on several levels, firstly as a simple story of two lovers, then as a more subtle hint that they were dying and thirdly it was trying to get across that the natural world has a much better way of looking after itself and man just tends to muck things up without creating again.
I then realised that you could also read it literally as an armageddon story told by someone who was too in love to care. So, an eco-friendly love suicide story. Pigeon-hole that!
I've changed my mind and no longer consider this syrupy. I originally read the story and then the comments and took it for a lovers sublime moment without dwelling on it.
I've no idea why it stuck with me, propably it niggled me that I felt I'd missed something. I've re-read it and it sounds to me, and actually makes more sense to me, as a lovers suicide pact.
The fact that her hair was coming away in his hands indicated to me that she was ill and then the stars and the sea fading away made it sound as he to was falling asleep.
I interperted that to mean that they had choosen a moment and a place to die together. A sleep from which neither of them will awaken and the moment described is his final moment of clarity.
The story works better for me that way.
I've no idea why it stuck with me, propably it niggled me that I felt I'd missed something. I've re-read it and it sounds to me, and actually makes more sense to me, as a lovers suicide pact.
The fact that her hair was coming away in his hands indicated to me that she was ill and then the stars and the sea fading away made it sound as he to was falling asleep.
I interperted that to mean that they had choosen a moment and a place to die together. A sleep from which neither of them will awaken and the moment described is his final moment of clarity.
The story works better for me that way.
I'm a bit surprised this didn't win a GAD to be honest, I was expecting it to.
Still, as I said in more detail below, a good story pb, don't worry about that.
Still, as I said in more detail below, a good story pb, don't worry about that.
Very erm..... syrupy :D
Wow. Very impressive, the pb.
You go girl.
You go girl.
Nice.
Very stereotypical view on the surroundings of the earth when you're in love. You look upon things in different ways, with far different interpretations. Its almost like an illusion. I think this was captured perfectly in your piece. It reminds me of the first time I felt really close to somebody, the first time I loved somebody and laid down on my back in grass staring at the stars; thinking, longing, loving my life.
Yeah, I liked that.
:-)
Very stereotypical view on the surroundings of the earth when you're in love. You look upon things in different ways, with far different interpretations. Its almost like an illusion. I think this was captured perfectly in your piece. It reminds me of the first time I felt really close to somebody, the first time I loved somebody and laid down on my back in grass staring at the stars; thinking, longing, loving my life.
Yeah, I liked that.
:-)
Very good story :)
Exactly.
As I sit on the cliff, I watch the light dance from the tops of buildings, flickering on and off in the night sky. Stars still shine in that velvet black drape, but others fall tonight, a fireworks display courtesy of nature. The heat from below keeps our feet warm as I push my body nearer to Jane. We need no words, just a smile to reassure us that we are both feeling the same way. This is a sublime moment, something that can only come once in a lifetime, we savour it.
I feel the warmth of her arm around mine as we stare at the sea in the distance. There are no ships tonight to sully the majesty of the ocean, waves rule their space in this dark evening and, even this far away, we can hear them crashing against the rocks in a proud display of defiance. Ours is the best of views, the man made city verses the beauty of nature and the closeness that only lovers can feel.
I believe that I’ve never seen trees this way before. Before today they were merely scenery to my life, but now I understood them for the first time. They showed their strength in slow years, pushing pavement, road and even buildings aside, but we were living at a different pace and couldn’t see anything that didn’t move with us. But now I see them, I see them standing while people rush past, insignificant to this world, a mere fraction of time for an age old planet.
And so the earth reclaims her own. Amid the mechanical, the technological and the un-natural the earth always looks after herself, healing and making anew. We, the lodgers, make a stake for our part in her being, but our part is only short and all things must end. We have mimicked her, creating in one hand and destroying in the other, but we do not grasp that subtleness with which she herself replenishes the soil, we merely seek to find better ways of testing her resilience.
It wasn’t until now that I understood the fullness of being. You can never find your self in a crowded office, even on a beach; you need either utter peace or a moment like this to define who you really are and what you mean to the world. It’s at times like this that you can really wonder at the universe. Right now, up there in the vastness of space, another life-form on another planet could be sitting on a rock looking at the sky and thinking the same thing as me. Isn’t that amazing? Of course, we may never meet, that’s more certain now than it has ever been, but who knows? Perhaps our spirits will?
Not even the mechanical drone of a car alarm being set off in the distance can disrupt me now. Jane has fallen asleep on my lap and I stroke her hair. I notice parts of it coming away in my hand, but it doesn’t frighten me. We were meant for this moment and only this moment in time, nothing more. I stare back out at the stars as they slowly fade away, the sea gradually dying out in my ears.
It is in the most turbulent of times that you can feel most sublime. Someone once told me that and for some reason I now understand what they meant.
I feel the warmth of her arm around mine as we stare at the sea in the distance. There are no ships tonight to sully the majesty of the ocean, waves rule their space in this dark evening and, even this far away, we can hear them crashing against the rocks in a proud display of defiance. Ours is the best of views, the man made city verses the beauty of nature and the closeness that only lovers can feel.
I believe that I’ve never seen trees this way before. Before today they were merely scenery to my life, but now I understood them for the first time. They showed their strength in slow years, pushing pavement, road and even buildings aside, but we were living at a different pace and couldn’t see anything that didn’t move with us. But now I see them, I see them standing while people rush past, insignificant to this world, a mere fraction of time for an age old planet.
And so the earth reclaims her own. Amid the mechanical, the technological and the un-natural the earth always looks after herself, healing and making anew. We, the lodgers, make a stake for our part in her being, but our part is only short and all things must end. We have mimicked her, creating in one hand and destroying in the other, but we do not grasp that subtleness with which she herself replenishes the soil, we merely seek to find better ways of testing her resilience.
It wasn’t until now that I understood the fullness of being. You can never find your self in a crowded office, even on a beach; you need either utter peace or a moment like this to define who you really are and what you mean to the world. It’s at times like this that you can really wonder at the universe. Right now, up there in the vastness of space, another life-form on another planet could be sitting on a rock looking at the sky and thinking the same thing as me. Isn’t that amazing? Of course, we may never meet, that’s more certain now than it has ever been, but who knows? Perhaps our spirits will?
Not even the mechanical drone of a car alarm being set off in the distance can disrupt me now. Jane has fallen asleep on my lap and I stroke her hair. I notice parts of it coming away in my hand, but it doesn’t frighten me. We were meant for this moment and only this moment in time, nothing more. I stare back out at the stars as they slowly fade away, the sea gradually dying out in my ears.
It is in the most turbulent of times that you can feel most sublime. Someone once told me that and for some reason I now understand what they meant.