Night-Time Air

Chloe Palmer

Some nights possess a silence so potent, it is almost a noise by itself.

Some nights, the synthesised scent of petrichor and woodsmoke hangs thick in the damp air like a mist.

Some nights, the clouds concur to dissipate, and the stars sit placidly in their shining, unfathomable multitudes and reach unfathomable distances to stop humanity in our steps as we stand, sit, stare – chins tilted, eyes raised – transfixed by the immortal, celestial scene that resides so far above us.

 

First featured in Issue 6 of Cobalt Magazine, November 2016. All content owned by Chloe Palmer.

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