03 December 2005 18:38
sensory perception.location
the hangar--in a pool of light; surrounded by twilight. No sunset light left, no stars yet to be seen.
background noise
zombie nation, kernkraft 4000
crickets
an AirJamaica A319 taking off runway 12
light
flourescent, two four foot bulbs above me
fifteen degrees from the horizon, thirty south of where the sun set an hour ago, the moon: a slim crescent
fifteen degrees above the moon, the aforemention planet
...moving clockwise
the last faint traces of light on the horizon, a barely discernable line between clouds and sky above
the tower beacon, steady and stately; white, green, white, green, white
the airport entrance road, street lights in steady pattern slashing across the perimeter, headlights hauling past
above, the city of Kingston twinkling upwards from Downtown to New Kingston to the Red Hills
the darkness of the Blue Mountains, above which the stars will show soon
the lights of Harbour View, a small collection compared to Kingston 120 degrees previous
random twinklings of ships to the south, some at anchor, some under steam
the light pouring from the office, down the stairs, glinting off the Toyota
the red beacon atop the radar tower, the radar tower awash in orange glow from the streetlights next to it
an AirJamaica Airbus 319 taking off runway 12, gear coming up, Dr. Bird insignia on the tail softly lit, beacons and strobes flashing
back to the moon: a slim crescent.
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