driving home from the movies tonight (yes, that is my sole entertainment of late), i was struck by just how, well, cinematic the trip was.
it had been raining all afternoon and early evening, so the drops have pulled much of the autumn leaves off of the trees and into the road. the wind was quite sharp, so what few leaves hadn’t made it to the ground were forming a blustery huge-flaked faded caramel snowfall in the headlights, contrasting sharply with the jet black wet pavement. though most of the leaves already on the ground were cemented down with the water and the tire crush, that sharp wind picked plenty of them up to skitter across the pavement surface. the flickery low to the ground movement looked exactly like a battalion of small frogs was attempting to sally forth to the other side of the road; once one group had been passed, their comrades were hop-fluttering across the next bend.
the thick cloud cover, occasionally shredded by those high winds, was the stuff that inspires poetry. between the roar of the wind through the remaining leaves sounding like the tide, and the moon appearing and then hiding again as though slipping through troughs of cloud-waves, it was indeed most definitely a case of
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas
and though it was all very evocative, and there was no one else to be seen on the streets outside, it wasn’t creepy or horror-movie in the least. it would have been perfect halloween weather, if it wasn’t so utterly soothing.