The Colour Light

There are only a few of us left now.  Huddled together in the soft yellow light – the safe light.  Safe from the dark spreading out before us.  We can all see it, standing in the yellow light looking out, the heavy dark.  With its secrets.   We can’t see them but we know they are out there… Just there.  Like the cold…  The cold rolls into the yellow light relentlessly.  You can lose your eyes against the dark but the cold shatters all illusion.  But we can also see… the white light.  We see it moving in the dark.  Near, far, nearer still – every time the white light comes close, touching the yellow light, there is a moment… Who is next?  Who will leave with the white light?  Me?  The cold, the dark, the white light that leaves you behind, the waiting… But we know there is only one end – the white light.  We all know the white light will come for us but which white light will take one of us away from the safe yellow light and into the dark?  The cold, heavy dark.  With its secrets.  A white light comes closer and I know it is for me.  But I am ready…

I leave the yellow light of the office doorway and cross the white light of the car headlights to the passenger door – my lift home has arrived on this cold winter night.

8 thoughts on “The Colour Light”

  1. Excellent idea – seems light inspires twistiness is us all.

    Best of it:
    Love the last paragraph – the wrenching change of conceptual space combined with the most everyday of event – getting in a car. Ace.
    I like the way we don;t meet any of the people waiting at all – makes it feel dreamlike and abstracted.

  2. Very groovy.
    Conjures very nice visuals for me – I was seeing mist / fog / cloudy stuff and very blurry light.

    Also get a cool solitary, soldiering on, feeling despite the huddling.

  3. I love the twist in perspective, and did not see it coming at all. I also really like the way you play with texture and colour in your descriptions, and slowly create a multisensory description.

  4. I like the twistiness! Especially that the twist is mundane. Lovely. I thought it captured the feeling of waiting for a lift quite well, especially in the wintery weather that we’re having.

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