Delicate and Deafening

This city can be a beautiful place some days, most nights. On my bicycle the streets feel much safer and I see this place, this over sized town, differently than most. I see the people, the streets, the lights, the shops, the bus stops, the restaurants all blurring past my peripherals. At times all I pay attention to is the steady pace of breath escaping my open lips, or the sound of the buses and sometimes the banter of pedestrians that means so much to them, so much.

When the snow falls, the streets are much more still as though every single flake absorbs a bit of sound, encompassing that very sonance to calm the air. I feel warmer when snow falls; safe. I remember watching the three red lights of the radio tower from my window when I was much younger. Two flash, then one, two, one, taking turns, but always the same. Those lights looked at their best when snow was falling and made for a feeling of security.

Alison.