Journalling
Feb. 7th, 2006 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandToday's in-class free-write. I need to do my "on my own" journaling things for last week...they'll be posted when I actually stop being lazy and write them =P I was going somewhere else with this (in accordance with a fic image in my mind--hence, the use of Shinichi's name), but it ended up here. In the meantime, enjoy. This is kind of morbid...
From his vantage point, sprawled on his back on the ground, he could see the sky quite clearly. It had been a darkening blue a short while ago, but now it was fading into the oranges, pinks, and reds of sunset. Nature had pulled out her extensive palette and brushed the entire sky with her colors.
Shinichi just stared at it. He ignored the scratchy kisses of long wildgrass against his skin and the scrape of what felt like a broken piece of wood digging into his leg. The sky was so beautiful.
This was twilight. The one time where light and dark met as equals. Any other time, dark would flee before the light, but now the light was rendered helpless as night encroached on its territory.
It could almost be called murder. Was the red of the sunset the sun’s blood, as it was slaughtered by the night? No, he shook his head. That was an utterly morbid thought.
But sunset really was the sun’s last stand against the threat of darkness before it fled down beneath the horizon, to attack once more the next morning for another battle, when the light would once again reign victorious and rule for another twelve hours or so. And then it just repeated over and over again, a never-ending struggle for supremacy of the heavens. A battle that re-enacted itself twice a day, each time with a different victor.
This really was the age-old battle, between the two lords of the sky, sun and moon. But who was truly the stronger? The sun shines on its own, while the moon must reflect the light of others. And in the end, the darkness always flees before the light.
Right?
From his vantage point, sprawled on his back on the ground, he could see the sky quite clearly. It had been a darkening blue a short while ago, but now it was fading into the oranges, pinks, and reds of sunset. Nature had pulled out her extensive palette and brushed the entire sky with her colors.
Shinichi just stared at it. He ignored the scratchy kisses of long wildgrass against his skin and the scrape of what felt like a broken piece of wood digging into his leg. The sky was so beautiful.
This was twilight. The one time where light and dark met as equals. Any other time, dark would flee before the light, but now the light was rendered helpless as night encroached on its territory.
It could almost be called murder. Was the red of the sunset the sun’s blood, as it was slaughtered by the night? No, he shook his head. That was an utterly morbid thought.
But sunset really was the sun’s last stand against the threat of darkness before it fled down beneath the horizon, to attack once more the next morning for another battle, when the light would once again reign victorious and rule for another twelve hours or so. And then it just repeated over and over again, a never-ending struggle for supremacy of the heavens. A battle that re-enacted itself twice a day, each time with a different victor.
This really was the age-old battle, between the two lords of the sky, sun and moon. But who was truly the stronger? The sun shines on its own, while the moon must reflect the light of others. And in the end, the darkness always flees before the light.
Right?
