Mecca

You can see the beautiful mecca orange glow from here: A long line of streetlight, a row of lampposts that is streaming down on the curve of a hill, and which is really beautiful because it speaks not of busy traffic and harsh realities like in a sweltering city, but is shining yellow quiet gold out of a completely peaceful treescene, a bunch of grey and dark trees alongside a road where every now and then you can see busy silent glimmers of headlights brightly intent on destinations flicker in between the bodies of the sorrowful trees.
Downhill the lights converge and cluster around what might be a pub, some brightly lit establishment surrounded by warm coincidental streetlights, seen by tricks of perspective and lines of sight to form a beautiful and clean neon bright stardust cluster. Closer to here as I'm looking out the window away amongst all the new housing estate there directly under the lonely spectral lamplit road the lampposts're also shining bright in a lonesome empty road where you can see the dark suburban upstairs windows staring back like vacant eyes, at first glance vacant but when you look closer it's all actually all homely nice boxiness, on a similar quiet house on the corner there's a yellow porchlight or lamp above door of some kind which is casting its own more pathetic and forlorn light, not as harsh intent and staring as lamp-posts yet infinitely more heartbreakingly beautiful, speaks of bare feet curled under sumptuous duvets in dark lonely rooms, lonesome Sunday night suppers before school, dims my heart like an unspeakable tragedy.
Now I see a couple dark and tiny figures moving up the street. A couple arm in arm, young maybe, one in white jacket one in black, now they've disappeared. They're going home to light up rooms and happily sigh and switch on TV's happy and lost in the evening, fully stretching and quivering in the knowledge of their eventual deaths. Faraway there's a blue stern smokestack, and in the blue evening sky hangs a phantom whisp of cloud, like a fluffy rag commanded to glumly suspend itself, fixed.