Empty studio (a freewrite)

The room rattled, its walls shaking as the wind blew papers off the desks. The distant sound of traffic painted a backdrop for the unmistakable silence that bore over the grid laid-out studio. Chairs creaked under the wave of the distant traffic noise and a looming rainstorm. I looked out of the windows, lined up across the room, opened wide to the beautiful view of swaying trees beckoning to the majestic hills. Hills that looked like a pre-historic animal's backbones, laid across the land as a guard, or of white elephants lined up, vines crawling over them. A window pane slammed shut in the wind. A bird flew past the landscape. A fan, in the corner of the studio, gently rotated in the fingers of the wind despite the fact that it was switched off. I began to ponder whether I should help and pick up the boards and papers that flew about and landed on the floor. I was, after all, alone in my seniors' studio. "Where is everyone?" I thought. A car beeped, its doors unlocked as thunder boomed in the distance. The sound of metal crashing broke the scene, and it must have been a construction piece that fell, I thought. The car engine started. How good it is to be going back now. I wish I didn't have a meeting tonight. A second engine started. A bus rolled by. All of this I saw with my ears. I thought to myself, this is nice. Being alone, enjoying some evening wind with the distant sounds providing a soundtrack. Writing this is good exercise. I have not written descriptive, narrative essays in so long. I glanced over to the white elephant hills, wishing to climb it again. Framed between the black window frames and my seniors' modelling boards, it stood proud. It is going to be the backdrop for my current project. My phone beeped. I smiled. I suddenly remembered, I came here to borrow a charger.



(originally scrawled in my notebook about 10 minutes ago, written just as soon as each thing I observed happened. :p)