« Laurence - "Threatened By Skies At Night" | Main | The Eschatologist: Halls of His Fathers »

June 06, 2005

Andy: 920

Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0

That morning, I walked among the buildings of Oulu University, their acid-trip exteriors sickly in the early snow-glow.

Over the spruce trees, I saw the aurora, swirling green amplitudes of solar wind against a black sky. I stopped the crunch of my boots, and watched, wondering if she could see it too. Perhaps she was awake, looking out her window, and thinking the same thing, missing me across five thousand miles, the two of us connected by the magnetosphere.

Had I known that six months later she would shatter my heart, I might have gotten out of the fucking cold.

Comments

Extra-special bonus points for those savvy enough to know what the title means.

Speaking of titles, my last original work "9.8" was based on the 10-point scale a diver can get in the Olypmics. Not until the next day did I realize that 9.8m/s/s is also the rate of acceleration of a body in freefall - my subconscious is a genius!

Or just lucky.

Posted by: andy at June 6, 2005 07:40 AM · Permalink · Rate It: + / -   Current Rating: 0