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.

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(to be continued)