Snow on the ground and a full moon overhead. As soon as I step outside I'm assaulted by a lightly-tinted glow all around. A pale blue, so pale I don't even recognise it at first. Just the thought "I've wandered onto a movie set." That specific shade of blue that indicates Nighttime, the heroine looking around nervously and speaking in echoing whispers. Far away, stars so sharp and cold they could cut right through your fingers and you'd never feel a thing.
Adventures in Mamboland
"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen
Yeah. That sounds about right.
Yeah. That sounds about right.
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Date: 2005-01-24 12:11 pm (UTC)Moon, near full and brilliant white, hanging behind the thinest veil of clouds, low to the horizon. To the east, just the begining faint tinge of pink and orange. The moon hanging over the still night-time lit towers of Roslyn, and reflecting off of the glass and polished steel. A rim of darkness where the Parkway runs in front of them, and then a brilliant streak of white on the Potomac from reflected white.
You really have to know the area to get it, but damn DC does have some lovely momments.
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Date: 2005-01-25 03:41 am (UTC)I think that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you.
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Date: 2005-01-25 03:43 am (UTC)[The nicest was a couple of comments up.]
I don't know if I can write/think in that voice consistently; but it is a beautiful one, and one that several people I admire use rather well.
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Date: 2005-01-28 06:25 pm (UTC)This piece is rather lovely. Made me homesick and freezing cold all at once.