August 10, 1940

 

 

 

Sat. Aug 10, 1940

The setting sun leaves colors smeared over the Eastern Mt. peaks. The change isn't abrupt but rapid. The haze fills in and obscures all of the horizon, leaving only one mt. in the foreground visible. The blue base seems firmly planted in the ground - the peak is apparently semi-detached - almost floating away on a bank of clouds.

As night settles down dark clouds gather. A light rain starts falling. It ceases. Starts 10 min. later as a real downpour which leaves the city lights reflected as streaks and patches in the pools of water which soon collect in the street. The rain ceases as suddenly as it began. The darkness is heaped up over this little valley. Nothing is visible of nature. Only man made lights penetrate the gloom. What is apparently a large star glowing over the city is in reality a bright light far up the mt. side, so high it might be mistaken.

 

 

 

The brief storm has passed over the mts. and now the lightning flashes playing over & behind the peaks momentarily lights them as nature in its prodigious waste of electrical energy creates a pyrotechnical display.

Flashes apparently miles in length cause the mts. to suddenly jump into full view, towering high over the city and then as suddenly vanish. This disappearing phenomenon isn't created by mirrors. It furthermore isn't an illusion. One never tires watching.

Beyond the range of lights the world ends in a black wall. Estimates of distance & perspective are impossible. The real wall of mts. remains hidden behind a black cloak of night.

The succession of points of light high above the city which twinkle on & off, yet slowly & steadily descend, apparently to mingle with those of the city, aren't stars dislodged by the storm, but automobiles returning from Cuernavaca.