I walk towards the highest point on the hill. My hands fill my grey oversized tracksuit bottoms, while the hood of my black top clings to my head. The wind catches it and creates a pocket of air, but it doesn’t fall away; the breeze feels crisp against my skin. The peak of the hill draws nearer. In the fading light some blades of grass become grey, others have a bluish tinge. The smell however remains faithful to my memories. My pace shortens. I hover above my seat on the ground. Before I sit, I look out at the sky line, the panoramic scene is immense. Lights illuminate the ground, creating a glowing yellow aura which surrounds it. It beams with intensity. I think of the people. I think of their problems and their worlds. How each of them has their own spectrum of reality and how a culmination of their realities builds the light that grows around the city. My fears and my doubts become trivial in comparison.
Then I sit up on the grass with my knees up. I can faintly hear the hustle of the city in the distance. Cars horn, sirens sound. The city is alive. It has a breath, it has a united voice.
I start to roll a cigarette. I don’t smoke, but tonight I will. The tobacco is slightly wet. I tear it into the sheet, roll it and then light it. My elbow falls to the ground and I lean back. As I blow the smoke out of my mouth I look up to the sky. The sun is setting. Its crown has just dipped below the horizon. The sky is filled with purples and oranges, with streaks of cloud interrupting the vision like thick brushstrokes of a paintbrush. The other side of the sky has blackened. The oranges, to purples, to blues, to blacks bleed into each other seamlessly. The blackness brings with it pinholes, which behind bare brilliant whiteness. I blow more smoke up into the air. I contemplate my insignificance. Our insignificance under the sky. My goals, my aims become meaningless. My roll-up finishes, I flick it out of view.
I sit back, supported by both elbows. My minds workings quiet. I hear my breath. Time passes as I absorb my surroundings. I get up. I pull the hood back over my head and walk back into the light.