amoon

I live in a cloud. No joke, vancouverapos;s humidity shoots up to like 500, or whatever the highest percent is, and i assure you itapos;s over 100, because i saw 100 humidity in montreal, and there were no visible water droplets in the air to speak of...every fall and winter for about 6-8 months. It was truly a magical sight...is. I wish that when the sun was out, there would be no clouds, and then they could descend every dusk...then we would live in constant colour--vibrance during the day, and vast and diffused misty colours embracing the skyline, all the way down to the 8th floors, at night. The whites of the city get brighter near the port, where there is suddenly an eruption of orange, orange, orange, through the mist of which the strobe lights of the ship-cranes flash once more white. White. White. A somehow black hovers over the water, but the bridge is fuzzy in its blinking pathway to the other shore, where a smaller version of vancouver huddles once more under its swathe of orange. I know that up the mountain, the white of the hills mills about in preparation for those skiiers of the night...until they turn it off at midnight. Im serious, grouse mountain goes off at midnight, like a switch.
amoon, amoolya singh, amook bay community, amoohamed.