*fall

.on the contrary i was quite safe. it was disturbingly calm. shadows of people walking in a damp streets towards a sighting. an event. like a mass exodus towards a point in the sky. i see people walking in that particular ramping-up street with long drenched raincoats. their backs towards me.

.finally. we were placed on the rooftop amidst the elite. with beautiful women and rich old men. there were sounds of some lounge music in the background. there was a hue of blue light in the atmosphere. all the faces i saw were not real, they had a hue that only outlined their forms. but i recognize them from my daily life. gradually i make my way to the to end of the rooftop as everyone looks in a certain direction. towards a horizon of built and unbuilt structures and they anxiously wait. like a countdown to the new year. and then it happens as we sense mild tremors and a we look at the explosion far away towards the barren, still, land with blue snow. there are cheers of acheivement in the air. some of the spectators like myself still kept our eyes focused on the explosion. the mushroom of an immediately recognizable form arose. while the clouds of dust were erupting and taking their form and spreading further. the people on the roof top were laughing and clinking their glasses to celebrate.

.until. there was a drizzle of a grey white ash. the rooftop which was previously believed to be covered with skylight dome made of glass like an observatory, was indeed an open rooftop now. suddenly. the clouds grew thicker and we were showered by white snow which were indeed flakes of ash. we covered our faces and sat down with hand covering ears and eyes and i held to the parapet wall to stretch my muscles. as if i had an inkling of what was about to take place. the showers became stronger until it was a thick fog and the blue faces became terrified red with dripping scars of white snow. the tremors shook us again and this time not mildly. the roof splits and i see people crushing at the back and the floor cracks and lifts up from my side and i clung to the parapet wall, like on a bus hanging (i remember the connotation i drew). watching the horror on their faces as they get further and further away from me. falling like snow themselves and diminishing. i could not feel the gravity in my muscles. no more. it was light.