Night at the Opera

So, I'm alone outside. Kinda spooky really. The solitary creak,
creak, creak of an open window. Forgotten. The wind racing under the
tunnel walkway singing a monotone tune as it passes me. Rushing through
my every essence. Taking a piece of me along for the journey. A second
louder crack arguing with the first, neither winning, neither loosing.
I twist my head like an aging corkscrew and peer through my apparently
blond hair at one large looming tree, silhouetting against the inky yet
pastel sky. Suddenly a chorus starts singing with an earry distant
echo. Tow abstract chords merging as one. The leaves dance with the
wind to the music, reverberating up against the gutter. The crescendo
of my lament, a train "shhhhhhs" past for eternity. Each little light a
different world. Reminding me of my dark solitude. Creamy silver
glowing, glow, illumination. I can see the cartoon white swirling wind
carrying the spirits.