Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Rivers are Running Again

This one isn't very interesting. But I'm going to paint it :D

A city's skyline at dusk, transposed against a backdrop of winter-brown mountains. The sun is a glowing-hot orb that makes shadows of the mountains and skyline. A single white building is visible in its glare. Nobody is around.

I am travelling down an old stretch of interstate asphalt; two or three lanes. I have a companion with me, we have recently met but have developed a familiarity. We're going in the same direction and he's going to be travelling with me for a period of time. We rely on each other.

On either side of us rise grassy medians. We are in a part of the road that was once an interchange, and above us, bridges and overpasses stretch to the sky.

There is a sudden change in our awareness, something has happened. We hear water trickling, then rushing. We run to the median just as a rush of water floods the interstate, but it isn't normal water. It's luminescent, it glows with a milky white light. Within the water, iridescent rainbow abstractions flicker.

We don't really understand the water, but it moves with speed. We decide to build a boat and travel along it. It will save us the walking and make our journey easier.

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