Extravagant Darkness
We don’t really know it, but we sense it: there is a sister ship to our life which takes a totally different route.
Tomas Tranströmer
'Wandering around from room to room in rambling lonely mansions, massive planes falling fast from the sky and watching them burn violently in the distance, pleading with someone to hear me as my voice ascends into a scream but they continue to walk away, my heart breaking and bleeding inside my chest.
These are the things that fill my sleeping subconscious at night. The stuff of my dreams or rather, my nightmares. All of my life. The same dreams over and over.'
Tessa stopped writing and put her pen down on the passenger seat, staring out at the filled lot of the parking garage. Her fancy but unreliable British SUV loaded heavy with trunks and suitcases. Several pieces of her life crammed hastily into each of them. Tessa was an expert at packing things quickly and fleeing from the various people and places in her life that disappointed her. She would leave before anything had a chance to break her......and she wasn't getting any younger.
Tessa decided to pay the ridiculously high overnight fee to leave her car in the lot and took the 20 minute taxi ride to the Temecula Hot Air Balloon Rides field. She was treating herself to what they billed a 'private sunrise basket flight' where she could fly high and almost all alone in a hot air balloon over the vineyards and orchards of Temecula......out of the darkness and into a perfect sunrise.
Wrapping her sweater tightly around her shoulders, Tessa watched as the young pilot prepped the sagging balloon for take-off, transforming from yards of blue, red and white nylon laying flat on the pavement to a fat, bright and majestic bulb with a basket attached.....ready to take Tessa to the stars above.
As the balloon drifted and soared higher and higher into the night sky, Tessa became filled with an indescribable sense of comfort. The intermittent sound of the hot air filling the craft, the soft whistling of the pilot, surrounded by a velvet, extravagant darkness........almost as though Tessa could reach out and simply grab the moon, hold it in her small hands for only a brief moment.
Drifting and soaring ever higher, the brilliant promise of a sunrise just on the horizon.
Like the wayward life she knew so well.
CJ Ellis
'Wandering around from room to room in rambling lonely mansions, massive planes falling fast from the sky and watching them burn violently in the distance, pleading with someone to hear me as my voice ascends into a scream but they continue to walk away, my heart breaking and bleeding inside my chest.
These are the things that fill my sleeping subconscious at night. The stuff of my dreams or rather, my nightmares. All of my life. The same dreams over and over.'
Tessa stopped writing and put her pen down on the passenger seat, staring out at the filled lot of the parking garage. Her fancy but unreliable British SUV loaded heavy with trunks and suitcases. Several pieces of her life crammed hastily into each of them. Tessa was an expert at packing things quickly and fleeing from the various people and places in her life that disappointed her. She would leave before anything had a chance to break her......and she wasn't getting any younger.
Tessa decided to pay the ridiculously high overnight fee to leave her car in the lot and took the 20 minute taxi ride to the Temecula Hot Air Balloon Rides field. She was treating herself to what they billed a 'private sunrise basket flight' where she could fly high and almost all alone in a hot air balloon over the vineyards and orchards of Temecula......out of the darkness and into a perfect sunrise.
Wrapping her sweater tightly around her shoulders, Tessa watched as the young pilot prepped the sagging balloon for take-off, transforming from yards of blue, red and white nylon laying flat on the pavement to a fat, bright and majestic bulb with a basket attached.....ready to take Tessa to the stars above.
As the balloon drifted and soared higher and higher into the night sky, Tessa became filled with an indescribable sense of comfort. The intermittent sound of the hot air filling the craft, the soft whistling of the pilot, surrounded by a velvet, extravagant darkness........almost as though Tessa could reach out and simply grab the moon, hold it in her small hands for only a brief moment.
Drifting and soaring ever higher, the brilliant promise of a sunrise just on the horizon.
Like the wayward life she knew so well.
CJ Ellis
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