Today, I watch the mist rolling off the hills. Yesterday I watched smoke machines pouring vapour across the stage. Now, I’m up at daybreak to start the day. Then daybreak signalled the time to go home. Now, clean air, sunlight and days outdoors. Then, a room full of cigarette smoke, strobe lights and darkness. My companions are birds and insects. Then I had my fans and my crew. I have silence and space, when before I had the beat and the crowd.
Created for Friday Fictioneers, 100 words based on the picture.