Wet canvas slaps against taut rope as our vessel slices through the rim, the very edge of a storm, it follows, and threatens, but our little boat is far too quick, and on the heels of the storm, in the strange interlude between calm and rough we drift.
The sun is sinking ahead, while land dwindles somewhere in the distance obscured by storm cloud even if I had wanted to look. No, my eyes stray not, and my hand, firm upon the tiller. Drifting in this strange realm, where some ways off in the heart of the storm, thunder, lightning and waves that would surely topple me rage, clash and pound, but I am safe and dry, but for light droplets, and occasional sea spray. As night begins to truly emerge, stars uncounted wink down, flickering. I gaze out across the vast disk, and as the sounds of the ocean begin to recede with the descent of night's chill, I begin to drift upon open waters, truly alone.
This free writing was inspired by the following track:
https://airbit.com/Digitt/deep-relaxation
Breakdown of the track
A snappy and drifting beat, easy listening with a calming gently progressive structure, expansive, and a first listen after coming home from and unwinding with a glass of wine.
Grabbing the final hanging garnets from the rail over my arm and with a flourish throwing the batch onto the top of a pile of 'somewhat' folded clothes, stuffing the pile in I pull the sides together wrestling with the zip, a bead of sweat trickles out of my hairline, its been quite a morning.
flinging the bag over my back I take a last look at the space that was, and catch the rivulet just as it was about to exit my eyebrow and threaten my eye. I haven't got time for dealing with a stinging eye just now. I close the door for a final time, and breathing a fresh spring air, I feel change swirling around me, a first step into a new life. I turn to lock the door, but then don't. There is not point, I'll never be back, and others will do it as a matter of course. The weight of gravity presses on me as I set up to the idling vehicle, in a way my body has already begun to reject my surroundings, the training and the conditioning has been so complete, in someways I am already living in a ruddy red landscape. Blues and greens pass before me, I pass underneath scanners, lift my arms, take final shots, its all exactly to script rehearsed a thousand times as it flows meaninglessly past. And there is is.
A massive towering structure, cylindrical and drawing ever closer, condensation cooling and curling around the bottom, a lift up the side, and in moments I am atop the rocket and with a hiss the pressure is sealed. No going back now, I follow in file to my pod, breath a last deep breath, settle in, let the needles in, just like we practiced. I probably won't even hear the ignition....
This free writing was inspired by the following track:
https://airbit.com/Digitt/frost-lounge
Breakdown of the track
The anomaly in the ordinary expressed in the track puts me in mind of travel, of plan and routine, and something new, fresh and unexpected. A housey tune that's long enough for me to really settle into that wine, only 1 glass I promise, simple but with the consistency to reach the journeys end.
Motivation
Free writing inspired by the flow of music, a form of meditation, and a time based challenge to allow spontaneous creative flow.
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