Distant light on the horizon, darkness still below. Lightsuddenly hits the tallest peak and previously unseen contours spring to life, the earth awakes. Ridgelines appear like waves crashing inland, ripples expanding out from the distant city, like mans disturbance come to life.
The sun rises fruther, light delves further into the valleys and starts to touch lone trees left from the many years of farm land clearing. The long shadows form oily streks upon the land, soon to be cleaned by the ever increasing light of day.
As the miles slide away beneath, the emotions begin to stir, a longing to return to a former home mixed with the fear of never being able to break free free from the gravitational pull of the city.
Eyes suddenly open, the dream ends though lingers momentarily before slipping away like water through fingers, leaving only the emotions. The ringing finally breaks into consciousness, clambering for the phone wondering who could be ringin at this hour.
Silence or to be more precise that non silence that comes from an unknown presence at the other end of a telephone line.
“Hello”, said with a hint of annoyance thatcomes from being woken prematurely.
The silence is broken at the other end, a sigh, a pause and then finally the words he had been dreading but somehow knew was coming.
“It’s happenend, time to return.”
The doors slide open, the noise hits him hard but it is the smell that brings the strongest memories, rain hitting summer scorched asphalt with that hint of hydrocarbons. As with the earlier dream, emotions of longing for this place and fear of falling for its lures again jump to mind.
This place had been a lifespring of creative energy, but there was also a price to pay. In his former life the energy balance created by the city had slowly changed output started to outweigh input and the man that had been started to dissolve from the inside out until finally the cracks reached the surface and the public facade began to fall. It was at this point that the only options were to move or die, a bit melodramatic but true none the less. Standing back here again with the familiar sights, sounds and smells he wondered whether he had made the right decision, he could already feel the energy building in him, an old friend returning. But he had made his decision years ago and the output had stopped for a long time, until slowly the rebuilding happened, starting at a microscopic level but then growing in momentum until he was whole again, soul intact and pure of purpose.
The creative process started again, though at a much smaller scale and completely modified in content, however away from the city the energy balance worked, input=output, all was in harmony.
The honk of a horn brings him back to the present, he flags a taxi and gets in.
“Where to mate”
His initial reaction was to say home, but it’s no longer home and he can’t afford to think that way,
“The city thanks”.
Of late I have to do a bit of traveling fo work, while sitting on an early flight from Albury to Sydney these words started coming to my mind.
They are still rough and probably not that good, but I thought I would share.
Not sure if this is the start of something or all that is going to come out, however all critiques are more then welcome.