Living on a main road means it doesn't ever get very dark. There're the street lamps - high and bright - the pink glow of the shop sign opposite and the yellowy green hues of the strip lights from the takeaway nearby.
Upstairs, the curtains are not quite drawn: small theatres where nothing happens when I look across.
Behind the house though it's different. You have to strain to see the lacy dark shapes that are trees against the empty sky. The only light comes from the illuminated stairwells of the faraway tower blocks which from here look like stars.
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Yikes. This makes my heart hurt. Which is a good thing.
ReplyDeleteI love this. Love the colours of the lights, the patterns of the lacy shapes and the image of the tower blocks. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLPC & Baglady - Thank you both.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing voice, three different views of lights in just 100 words. Nicely done!
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ReplyDeleteWonderful what a cpmplete picture a mere one hundred words can create.
ReplyDeleteWe once lived beside a very intrusive street lamp and when they came round to service it we gave them a bit of tin foil to bung at our side to reduce the bright orange glare. Worked quite well!