Another speed painting based on a short story by Don Campbell.
Winter by Don Campbell
Only they could understand how desperate a time it was. The cold winters had pushed too far. And we all had to make a desperate gamble. We could see it from our apartment building. The dirty grey and yellow fuselage broke free from the mountains of snow, silhouetted in the deep blue night under the light of two full moons, the dark black and glass buildings surrounded it, the smaller ones buried under the fifty feet of snow that had fallen.
The hallways were empty, it went without saying, everyone had come to watch the launch, as soon as the howl of the engine started up there was a rush to see the take off. And it had to be through the windows, the roof was blocked by snow and if it wasn’t the wind would have swept any one off for their bodies to be lost among the snow drifts. The underground was safer from the cold, but more dangerous, people were more territorial, up here near the sky we at least worked together.
The ship crested the snow when a gust came in from the west making the ship lurch to the right, the snow on the right side sloughed off from the heat of engine systems putting the ship off balance once more and the snow on the left side fell away, breaking apart in the winds. The propulsion glowed yellow, melting the ice and snow below and behind it. The howl grew into a roar as the engines revved up preparing for launch into the sky. To the stars. To our last hope. We were dying of the winter. It had been too long without the sun and only the moons.