The immaculate - 1
I reached the balcony and looked out into the hills. It was a dark blur, pretty much lost in the clouds and aural distance. A vision dilated with hazy contours which made me think of some imperiled animal, an abyss, a relentlessly pulling pit. Then the first streetlight went on up ahead, touching the air with a pale violet light. A few seconds later it stabilized in its oval yellow shape, levitating on the post. Yet, oblivious to those minute everyday metamorphoses, I could not stop looking at those small hills, that thin line which stood out in the distance, lying on the horizon and bouncing back echoes of old shapeless things.
(to be continued)