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I sit back only for a moment. The old man rests next to me, guiding the vehicle. The sleekness of the leather and dark dashboard merge, melting together seamlessly into the night outside. Reflections against the window dance across the glass, sprinting left to right and back again, hustling its own relay. Strung lights swing above, flicking, flitting by. We hurtle onward, void overhead. Nothing is said for a while. Blackness to the right of us, and shadow to the left. The only brightness is t...

That night by the fireworks will always be remembered as a giddy tidal-wave, where a decade of my past came rushing back, throwing itself at me after years of seclusion. But I came for nostalgia. To at least be reassured that the memories were genuine, and that I could replay them like the grizzled jazz enthusiast who brushes off the dust from his turntable and listens to old Nat King Cole vinyl from the golden days. The night was climaxing in its own annual way. After an avalanche of people...

That night by the fireworks will always be remembered as a giddy tidal-wave, where four years of my life’s past came rushing back, throwing itself at me after a year of seclusion. But I came for nostalgia. To at least be reassured that the memories were genuine, and that I could replay them like the grizzled jazz enthusiast who brushes off the dust from his tape deck and listens to old Nat King Cole cassettes from the golden days. The night was climaxing in its own annual way. After an avala...

Silence, Grandmother says, is like an ambience. whatever that means. that is not all she says when the ice rises up to reflect the violent, vibrant violets in the sky the ice is not alone and when the sheets of nature’s music play out in the atmosphere the music is not really playing it is another force, unearthly, and rarely found amongst humans that keeps the world from shattering apart, that stops the ice from splintering that holds the frigid, cold space together and that is the silence.

I sit back only for a moment. The old man rests next to me, guiding the vehicle. The sleekness of the leather and dark dashboard seem to merge, melting together seamlessly into the night outside. The reflection against the window dances against the glass, sprinting left to right and back again, hustling its own relay. Strung lights swing above, flicking, flitting by. We hurtle onward, void overhead. Nothing is said for a while. Blackness to the right of us, and shadow to the left. The only br...