Snippet, #1
Jul. 10th, 2003 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveAngel
He stares out the window at the sun, the blue sky, the clean brick wall of the building next door. There are automobile horns and engines, the occasional shout of human voice or the tinny, artificial sound of music over radio speakers.
It's a perfect spring day. The very atmosphere feels so much like a beautiful day that he can close his eyes and the impression barely dims. Maybe it's the scent of rain in the air, with the promise of cleansing and cooling the air. Maybe it's the sun which looks bright and warm but not hot, not glaring.
Maybe it's because he hasn't been in sunshine in so long that he can't remember what it feels like and isn't sure if the memory of it is real, or cobbled from his imagination, and that he doubts his redemption so much that he imagines that anything he does not have, must be wonderful.
He stares out the window at the sun, the blue sky, the clean brick wall of the building next door. There are automobile horns and engines, the occasional shout of human voice or the tinny, artificial sound of music over radio speakers.
It's a perfect spring day. The very atmosphere feels so much like a beautiful day that he can close his eyes and the impression barely dims. Maybe it's the scent of rain in the air, with the promise of cleansing and cooling the air. Maybe it's the sun which looks bright and warm but not hot, not glaring.
Maybe it's because he hasn't been in sunshine in so long that he can't remember what it feels like and isn't sure if the memory of it is real, or cobbled from his imagination, and that he doubts his redemption so much that he imagines that anything he does not have, must be wonderful.