My Neighbourhood by Night
To commence at the genesis:
Look. It is night, hypnotising street by street. It enters through the park, it devours the nearby streets with such ferocity, it controls the buildings containing the civilians and it manipulates the wild life in the surrounding environment. The civilians and animals who occupy the suburb are resting now.
It is winter, exorbitant moon scrutinising in the diminutive suburb, stars permeating in the diminutive suburb and obscurity, spacious streets silent, the devious owls gliding to the elevated trees, sluggish, speechless nature… The houses are as amaurotic as the Texas Salamander, the business’s lonely. And all the civilians of this prominent and compassionate suburb are all resting now………..
Quiet, the citizens are sleep, the infants, the doctors, the accountants, the tradesmen, the dentists, the lawyers, the photographers, the business men and women, the factory workers, the scientists, the hair dressers, the teachers, policemen, the politicians, the postman, the journalist, the students are all amid their dreams now. Little boys imagining themselves as racers, their helmets, their racer suits, and shoes tightly fit their fragile bodies. The red racing cars ‘vrooooming’. They are building up momentum and win the race. little girls daze about being fairies. Their sparkly tiaras that distinguish them from the rest. Their magical wand that creates so much awe. The prance around putting smiles on the faces of the adults. And the dogs in their kennel close their eyes in their ‘smeldty’ yards, the crickets do not yelp, they freeze on the lawn.
You can hear the rain drops pattering , and the serene suburb sleeping. And only you can hear the wind flapping its wings. The piercing noises are very minute. Only you can hear the breathing calmly. The inhaling and exhaling noises are loud and clear to you.
Look. Only your eyes are unravelled to see the somber suburb hooked into their dreams. Only you can see the loneliness that the tree is experiencing. He is now an aged man. His precarious fingers shudder as the wind blows off his hat. Only you can relate to the torture that he experiences. Only you can view the fluffy clouds briskly floating by the scrutinising moon.
Inhale. Only you can smell the freshness that the natural surroundings hold. You can distinguish every scent from the sweet smell of daffodils to the strong citrus smell of lemon trees. Because of the freshness, you can walk around, eyes closed and determine which plant is which. Only you can smell the moisture that the ground holds… Walk forward with me along the road. Can you smell it? The detestable aroma of the dog droppings at the park that the people never clean.
Come closer to the houses now.
You can hear the houses sleeping in complete darkness, Only you can see in the dead bedrooms, the tooth brushes in the bathroom, the suits on a hook and the blankets covered over the human’s body. Only you can hear and see their dreams from where you are. Exploration, adventure, colours, and their wishes play clearly in your head.
Tony Vu 10N