anemotis:
I used to live above a streetcar line and when I moved it was hard to fall asleep without the slow clanking and rumbling telling the hours. In the summer with the window open it was fun to puzzle over the varied city noises while half asleep -- like the strange irregular swishing sound in the very early morning (which of course turned out to be just the sweeping machines).
erin:
you're exactly right about what you posted in my journal.

before i moved out I had this idea in my head of what it would be like to have my own place in the city. it was like waking up on a rainy day and hearing the cars zip through the water. the place was bare and the sheets were dirty and strung about and there was one window in the room.

then one day it was deja-vu and i realized i was happy. in my shabby place on a rainy day. wink

then i shot the moody set.
anemotis:
It should really be an impossible colour, a colour not of this world. Indigo evokes that for me, perhaps because Newton added it to the named spectrum as a magical seventh colour. Also, the original indigo dye was toxic (a mutagen).