Opaqueness
Uneasiness in the face of what can't be seen clearly?
Or feeling relieved about what can't be seen clearly?
It depends.
Seeing an opaque layer, on both sides someone stands, or sits, being aware of it's presence.
One side is glad.
The other feels uneasy.
It seemed, the layer duplicated itself outside. Thick fog diffused the sight on the park outside the window. The music played soft jazz in the background. The heater heated the first chills of autumn away. The fog couldn't silence the busy sounds of the afternoon commute on the street between her house and the park.
The empty page provoked. It was not intended to be there. Somehow it popped up. She didn't search for another digital space to publish. Yet, here it was.
Nanowrimo having lost the tooth of it's battlecry for relentless productivity for each November over accusations of psychological abuse of female underage writers and deleting itself in the wake of the scandal, finally led to the silence the words needed to feel safe.
The present autumn atmosphere was there. The images rose up in her mind. The memories of recurring autumn afternoons and the memories of Chelsea in autumn 20 years ago stood side by side. Autumn afternoons meeting in silence on the moodboard of her inner eye. Showing nothing special. The meaning staying opaque.