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About Last Night

What happened between the silence, between the lights and shadows of last night? I’m back in a corner where I spent the night few days ago, still reading – a different book – caught in a semilar web of thoughts. There must be something in that corner, in that space why I need to return.  

Between reading and the silence, the memory of the fireworks return flaring in my mind with the fleckering headlights reflected on the walls. The frantic mood and sounds, the glowing faces and sparkling eyes of the crowd watching the colorful burst of light in the evening skies. A fleeting treat to the eyes that stayed only for a brief moment and then desolve with the smoke clouding the horizon. What’s left are memories that the crowd take as they slowly parade home. Often, I feel like the fireworks – things make me float in the air, seeing colors of temporary bliss and then gone desolving in the air like smoke clouding my hopes. What’s left are memories.

Between the silence, between the lights and shadows of last night, the memory of the flickering headlights of traffic returned. The sounds of vehicles’ coming and going, you could not tell the difference. The city never sleeps. It goes on no matter what, even if somewhere some souls are happy, or sad, or hurting. The traffic doesn’t roll to a halt even when you’re tired but can’t sleep. The city would not cease to move even when love opens or closes its door on you. It goes on even if you continue to struggle to take grasp of life or find a sudden enlightenment from the brief reflection of headlights on the wall and then gone. What’s left is emptiness.

Between the silence, lights, and shadows of last night I awake – I’m not sure if I even slept – with the cries of the birds taking flight in the early morning skies where the fireworks desolve leaving only hints of memories in the thin clouds floating, in pastel colors signaling daybreak.

Between the silence, lights and shadows from above, the birds look down to the city that doesn’t sleep, they know the terrains below, much more above them. They know that the city lights and the fireworks are temporary, the birds know better. They have seen what we neglect to see.

Watching the sunrise that peered through the city skyline, I briefly saw what guide the birds’ flight every morning. Colorful than the flares of fireworks, brighter than the flickering headlights.

If we’ve stayed a little longer after the fireworks desolve with the smoke in the evening skies, like the birds, we would have seen the clouds clear in the horizon and above are the real fireworks that are constantly there.

Because if we stayed long enough, we would have seen the stars and they are there forever.

I will tell you about the rain next time.


4 responses

  1. O Jeques ~ Let nature fill you with the light you need. Even in urban areas, there are pockets of flowers, hints of beautiful skies. Find these secret corners. Treasure them. Go there when you need them. They are a lifeline. I know. I have been there. At times, I still go there for a visit when life seems overcrowded with sadnesses.

    AM000000110000002231 10, 2007 at 12:00 am07

  2. I can almost feel the damp, smokey mist hanging over your world. I am fortunate to have my own small ecosphere in a small country community, but when I can’t sleep, the drone of my fan takes me to that world of peace where my thoughts gather peaceful strength and lul me to sleep. Without it I would languish in dread.

    Be well friend,


    PM00000040000004831 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm07

  3. I visit the city regularly to recharge my batteries. I live in a
    rural community which is at times stifling. I need the vibrancy of urban life to remind me that there is life beyond the sheep and the hedgerows.

    AM00000030000002431 10, 2007 at 12:00 am07

  4. jeques, this is profound moment of seeing the bigness of the skies, the wonders of the stars, and the tranquility of the early morning. i have tried for so many times to actually witness this morning wonder and just sit there and connect to the environment around me. but all i can see is these collages of building draped in the horizon.

    it is quite odd, but i imagine forest, and streams, and mountains and the feeling of the fresh air inside my mind. then i will feel refreshed.

    this piece tries to balance out the beauty of the urban life and knowing the we are all sharing the sky, rural or urban. just take it easy there, you are just allright.

    PM000000100000004730 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

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