Raindrops slide down the window, I am inside the Matrix, only vague images of the valley below filter through. The day isn’t bright yet, heavy clouds and rain hide the sunrise. The brightening is gradual, slow enough to be almost imperceptible.
Cars on the roads are still using their headlights. Four colors make up the spectrum so far, red from brake lights and the two traffic lights below, occasional greens when the lights change, the bright white of headlights and then, the overwhelming color, or lack of color, gray. The grays overpower everything.
Brightening, ever so slowly, smaller details start to become evident. The silhouettes of the trees become more apparent. Skylights in the roofs of the buildings below start to appear. Far away, cars on the highway appear as indistinct shapes, one following another, their direction of travel hiding their lights from view.
Occasionally, all seems to stop. Only the drips on the windows continue. No cars are visible on any of the roads. The traffic lights are static; the Matrix has stopped, halted, a pause in the continuum, a momentary shift in the constant movement of our world.
Then a few cars speed past on the highway and movements begin again. Thankfully, the world is coming back up to speed! I see the reflection of my coffee cup in the window, I take a sip and think. It looks like it will be a slow day, wet and cold, a good day to stay indoors.
Whoa...Wait…What’s that? I HEAR A TRAIN WHISTLE!!!
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