?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

The modulations of singing power lines are beautiful. A string starts, another one joins, then a third one, unsteadily. Then, a solo by a wire to the right. On the top of the pole to the left, a chord is struck. More chords, right, left, further right, growing fainter.

Overhead, with eerie screeching, a wind turbine changes gear. The fields are dark.

There is a storm far off to the south; every ten seconds, arcs of lightning run through tall clouds, bringing them up from the background for just a moment and letting them dissolve again. Thunder never comes.

Streak after streak, the Perseids speed across the moonless sky.

Comments

( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
rodgar
Aug. 14th, 2007 03:43 am (UTC)
try montreal subway man
it has exactly that instead of TTC chimes
fa-do-fa and the train is off
stak
Sep. 3rd, 2008 12:47 am (UTC)
Beauty like that is not meant to be captured.

(Also, apologies if I seem like a stalker and/or am creeping you out. I find your blog interesting - in absolute terms rather than relative terms.)
be_unafraid
Sep. 3rd, 2008 12:57 am (UTC)
Not a problem :)
I'm finding YOUR blog interesting :)
( 3 comments — Leave a comment )