'nother approach?
flew into london from the north wednesday at sunset
in the middle of a gigantic electrical storm after a day of thick humidity, jumping turbulence, dense clouds turning clashing bruised purples, mauves & deep navy blues sometimes obscuring the
torrential rain strobing in every direction in the wingtip lights
erratic lightening bolts suddenly re-coloring everything into pastel shades...mmm
that was a real rollercoaster, craning my neck to keep my nose stuck to the window to take in the light show - got a crick, cos my seatbelt was still fastened...
then...
thru a gap in the thick grey clouds this hellish orange lights appear... london looks like it's on fire, motorways picked out with tiny sprites firing each other about, housing complexes casting eerily organic crawling negative shapes, gobbets of low cloud obliterating landmarks, looking like a coast, then suddenly we came upon canary wharf - kastle of kapital, wheeling like it could fit in your hand, and we headed due west to heathrow, the world looking like fractured with fire spitting up through the cracks, is that the river, lower and lower till i can see little human figures still bathed in that fiery orange glow - breugel's parking attendants stoking...
hell is london?
made me wax all poetic anyway