Tramontane

This place is your world. The shock of it – glaring, blaring, pungent, abrasive, all of it too sudden – drives me away again and again.

For you, I will always return, though I can’t say for how long. But I will never stay.

 

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11 thoughts on “Tramontane

  1. Good, go away til next year, shoo! (Pretty sick of the old north wind. Totally done with him, for this year.)
    Love the idea and the tale. Bravo.

    • Thank you. I should explain though that while I’m also sick of the North wind and it would make sense to read this piece in that light, I was hoping to refer here to the more abstract, un-wind-related meaning of “tramontane”: anything seen as foreign, strange, or even barbarous.

  2. I actually love how this can play on more than one meaning of “tramontane” (which I had to look up, by the way, so thank you). I can see the “other” blowing in and blowing out…
    Also, “glaring, blaring, pungent, abrasive”–I see that big city which is exciting for a bit, then just overwhelming.

    • Thank you so much for reading so closely. You have it exactly! From the alienated person/figure who keeps returning, to the city (which can be a literal city or any kind of excessive existence – but I had a city in mind). It would even work as an alien in love with an earthling, though I never can write about that kind of thing successfully!

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