Yesterday evening I sat outside reading while the sun gradually set behind the trees. As we all know, after a hot day a welcome sunset usually settles a delightful veil of peace on the world. Night comes, the air cools and the sweaty clamour of a long day is gradually forgotten.
However the England v Sweden World Cup football match seemed to add something else to the late evening atmosphere. The sound of barking dogs in the twilight, faint strains of pop music drifting across from somewhere, the shouts of a drunken lout in the next street, an occasional shriek of raucous laughter.
It added a slightly oafish tinge to a waning day, unwelcome ripples and echoes from the shallows of human life. No matter - we get used to it and maybe it has always been necessary.
2 comments:
The way you describe it actually makes it sound quite appealing, in its own way. Just like the heat and the dust and the fierce light, those sounds are also dying away. Few drunken morons can keep going all night, and it just gets peaceful by a different aural route. I often noticed this when I lived in London. It's never truly peaceful, but there is a real sense of calm as all the clamour changes and subsides.
Sam - yes it is quite appealing as the sense of calm takes over. Here there is a marked contrast between weekends and weekdays and I tend to compare one with the other.
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