CREATIVE WRITING: ‘The Lure of the Night' by Sarah Williams
It was the end of the day, as I looked out my window … with its beautiful panoramic view of the city. I saw what was a most magnificent sight … a picture, painted by my eyes … objects in reds, blues, yellows and green … sometimes, a hazy white … mesmerizing … with their background of night.
Images … and lights … an enormous, misty, harvest moon, cast a quiet glow upon the scene … where images … showing signs of their days labor … lagging energy, and strife … were slowly drifting into harmony, and calm … a rejuvenation of life … brought on … by the lure of the nights.
While down below in the light … shadows … moving slightly, creeping quietly, then leaping as if startled … pull back then and sway … as if they were dancing … while traffic lights, nod their heads to the beat. There! Headlights of a car, slowly ... leisurely scan the area … as they pan … the cool air of the night.
The freeway, reaches off as far as my eyes can see … drawn, and then painted with its’ broad stroke … a gentle curve … the twisting, of an interchange … and bending once again … to ever-so-gently … transport the drivers to their destination … or … let them continue on their way … the leisurely pace of the night.
I looked north toward the center of the city. There was a radiance … a brilliance, along the horizon … from which my music flowed.
And I hear that music … playing on my cd. I’m listening, remembering … that voice, pop band, poetry … in the Park after dark … just as I’ve recorded. Ah … those nights had their powers over me.
The night and my music soothe me; the shadows dance … and the music serenades me as I sleep. I am at peace, once again … and as dawn approaches … my protectors prepare to leave … they cannot stay. The music stops playing … the shadows slow their dancing … and just slip away. Then light appears … the night becomes day.
The freeway comes to life again and starts pouring streams of vehicles … down into, through, and out of the busy area … everyone rushing … rushing to find their way. It’s time now … for me to leave my view … from the window by my bed. Preparing for Nurses … IVs, and more pain today … in that hospital … where I stay.
But I still hear that voice … “I’m Feelin’ So Fine” … and all the gui-tars, key-tar and percussion. By choice … they’ve joined my fight. They calm me … as their music soothes me. Just listening to it … rekindled my spirit and my soul. My fears have all taken flight … lured away by the night.
