Object Writing: City

Towering windows send fragmented light to kaleidoscope down to the street. During a sweltering summer these fragments burn molten leaving pedestrians begging for SPF 50. But when hollow cold blows between the streets like a icy river of blustering winds the fragments are mere echos of a burning star. Shoulders turn forward to capture their own heat as legs churn along the side-path, head bent to shield from the wind. Once indoors, windswept and rosy cheeked, the layers are quickly discarded and hands are wrapped around the warm embrace of a freshly poured mug. Between elevators packed like sardines and offices bare like an asylum, the battle between kaleidoscopic buildings becomes the mundane, a Salvador Dali maze traversed and committed to memory. It seems a shame such a wonderous view could become background, an expected reality of modern life. Every now and again, the rainbow is seen....

Well, this one felt very challenging to get out. I definitely feel like my thoughts kept scattering between a child wanting a chat and a forgotten swim lesson - whoops.

I really liked the window reflecting off of office buildings being a kaleidoscope and there were many things I wanted to use "hollow" to describe but had to find something else. One of the favourites is "legs churn along the side-path" which I was using to try and describe those winter days where you feel bent over and battling the wind.

At the end, I was going to explore the rainbows that a kaleidoscope sends and that some few spot them each day. It would have been a stop and smell the roses moment.