literally II

night, only without the purity of cold black. tainted dullness, the sky offers only the faintest contrast; the clouds are big, without structure. just dark grey mixed with darker grey, sometimes with a hint of muddy orange, and even the moon refuses the satisfaction of contours and shapes. the stars fully suffocated with the smoke-like, dirty shadows.

the steady noise of a highway seems to numb all senses, an acoustic anaesthetic, and only the red and white lights of cars offer any distraction from the numbness, but with their attention seeking flashing, they lose their dignity.

the temperature is low but not low enough to be called cold; it isn't confronting, it's not a threat, just a subtle reminder of how dull grey could suffocate the determinated light of stars. as the vehicle slows down to make a turn, the silence becomes real.