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"The night is clear,
the moon is full,
the breeze is gentle
and the air is quiet.
"The smell of bbq filled my nose as I stared into the city from my balcony. The moon lights my balcony and the light from my window gives it color. My drink rests upon the edge, reflecting the street light and moon. The water is boiling on the stove, the noodle box open next to it. Time to myself. Time to my thoughts. Time to ponder about life and myself.
"So much going through my mind. I have more thoughts than stars in the sky. One by one, I go through them as I take in the cold air into my lungs, losing myself in the abyss of memories and worries.
I better check my noodles now..."
Night Thoughts © 2009 Alex Cockburn
the moon is full,
the breeze is gentle
and the air is quiet.
"The smell of bbq filled my nose as I stared into the city from my balcony. The moon lights my balcony and the light from my window gives it color. My drink rests upon the edge, reflecting the street light and moon. The water is boiling on the stove, the noodle box open next to it. Time to myself. Time to my thoughts. Time to ponder about life and myself.
"So much going through my mind. I have more thoughts than stars in the sky. One by one, I go through them as I take in the cold air into my lungs, losing myself in the abyss of memories and worries.
I better check my noodles now..."
Night Thoughts © 2009 Alex Cockburn
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A great picture and a feeling I get often: I think everyone has to sit down and assess their situation from time to time. Oh how I wish for a balcony ^^; or to live above street level.
The picture is well shaded as always and their is just the right amount of detail in the wooden balcony without becoming too cluttered. The picture works well with the text or without: you can tell they are looking up into the sky and thinking from the expression.
The text works well as a monologue and I can imagine it being spoken. The repetition in the description works in that it feels like it should be spoken, or a diary entry perhaps, rather than standard story narration. The feeling of the text is ambiguous in that you get the nice, mixing of the moon light and the streetlight and the cityscape and then the abyss of memories and worries - though the last line snaps us from that melancholy well.
The picture is well shaded as always and their is just the right amount of detail in the wooden balcony without becoming too cluttered. The picture works well with the text or without: you can tell they are looking up into the sky and thinking from the expression.
The text works well as a monologue and I can imagine it being spoken. The repetition in the description works in that it feels like it should be spoken, or a diary entry perhaps, rather than standard story narration. The feeling of the text is ambiguous in that you get the nice, mixing of the moon light and the streetlight and the cityscape and then the abyss of memories and worries - though the last line snaps us from that melancholy well.
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