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IcyFlamez89 Member
since 2003-02-14
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Steel and Concrete, with the sound of falling snow ========================== The tune of Für Elise rang throughout his house, its elegant notes twisted into scratchy warbles. The clock needed its batteries replaced, but he ignored that fact and continued to listen to the chimes that followed as grainy gongs, striking five times. Five o'clock. It was five in the morning. Everyone in the house was still in deep slumber, but he opened his creaky, white-washed door to make sure. The door to his parents' room was slightly ajar, letting the faint yellow glow of their lamp seep through and into the hallway, carrying a harmonious blend of snores and soft whistles. He heard a hard splat from his window and immediately turned around to see. He had wanted to catch that fat brown squirrel that always rapped on his window in the middle of the night, and was disappointed that all it was was a pile of snow that must have fallen from the roof. He paused for a moment and when the sight finally hit him, his eyes widened with surprise. It had snowed! The first snow of the year. He immediately crawled under his bed, coughing from the dust that seemed to have made their own city in the crevices of the room. He rummaged through old homework assignments and pens he thought he had lost, until he found his red fleece coat, faded and grayed from years of washing and from the dust it had collected. He crawled back out and patted himself off, as well as the coat, until it was clean enough to wear. He went out of his room and carefully tiptoed through the hallway, testing the floor before he stepped to make sure the cold, waxed wood wouldn't creak. He tried to be careful at the stairs, but gave up when every step moaned, even with the heavy white carpet over it. He made a quick dash down and, when he was at the foot of the stairs, he paused to listen for any stirring. There was nothing but the gentle sounds of snores and whistles. He went to the kitchen, grabbing his Timberlands from the kitchen pantry that had been converted into a shoe rack, and quietly slipped out of the rear door that led to the back yard. The sight was breathtaking. It was, in simple perfection, steel and concrete, with the sound of falling snow, soft flakes that snuck inside his coat, melting into sticky water against his skin. He looked up reflexively, into the source of the snow. The sky was a dark cloth of gray, still soft in the night. Even with the drifting flurries, everything was crisp and sharp, like the time he wore his first pair of glasses. The gritty pavement, the grimy brick walls, and the peeling paint of the cars, all of them were cleaned and gently blanketed in soft white. Steel and concrete, with the sound of falling snow, whispering pitter patters as the frozen bits gently rested on flat rooftops, sloping SUVs, and knobby branches. A shallow frozen sea flowed as far as his eyes could see in all directions. The sight reminded him of people who've said how insignificant man was when compared to the vastness of nature. But looking at the neat line of two story brick houses, gently blending with the natural landscape of trees and sloping hills, he couldn't understand how those people could say man was insignificant. He didn't feel like a tiny ant, but like a god. Man, after all, was fashioned after Him. God was a creator, and so man was also born a creator, his designs meant to be part of the beauty of the world. The crooked pavement, his dad's rusty station wagon, and his mom's silver Jeep became tiny mounds that rose up along with the natural wave of the earth. The tall houses of dirty brick, with their wooden balconies and jutting bay windows, rose up with the starved bare oaks, which were once fat with the life of summer. He didn't feel alienated from this, but felt as if he was a part of everything, as if he had made all of this. Steel and concrete, with the sound of falling snow, was merged with the "natural" into one picturesque setting, tied by the thickening blanket that hushed all life into slumber. Numbness took over his body, so he made his way back to the house, back to his room, and to his bed, adding his own instrument to the orchestra of snores and whistles that still sounded. |
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