Cellar Door

The blinds on the window in front of me are drawn down to eye level. I pull them up and watch four planes drift in four directions across the gray-blue sky. An orange sunset fades into a dim brown horizon. The planes cross each others’ paths and slip away behind buildings. The street light across from me is swaying. The movement decreases steadily into a slight vibration, and just when the lamp post becomes still, its light switches itself on.

2 thoughts on “Cellar Door

  1. Wow i just watched that movie donnie darko and had cellardoor as my msn sn for like an hour then i read this post and it freaked me out.

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