Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Hoppipolla by: Sigur Ros


The moment takes place during “Hoppîpolla” by: Sigur Rôs This song has a very uplifting, inspiring feeling about it. It never fails to elevate one’s spirit.

This is the closing moment, at the peak of all that is lost and crumbled and seems to have no way of being fixed.
Sliding right into the moment the song quietly begins after a slight moment of silence.

Her slender fingers slide along the clean window seal staring down the rain splattered glass. Her eyes, they are filled with sorrow as she gloomily looks into the window. Rain pours. She expects to see nothing, to feel nothing. Everything is wrong. But suddenly, a figure seems to emerge from the smudges of rain (the song begins now). She sits up. Could this be? Her face is pushed against the window until finally, she understands.Withdrawing her frozen fingers from the cool glass, she scurries from our view. Now we see the man, walking through the gushing rain, toward her doorstep. He stops. He knows this is right, but somehow a sliver of doubt stabs his mind. Maybe it isn’t right. He hesitates. Next the door bursts open, wide open like a gaping mouth of distressed hunger. The rain. The man. The woman. They stop a foot away from each other. A glimmer of hope and a hint of sorrow mixing in their eyes. Her eyes, his eyes. They are quizzical until suddenly, with a shrug from him and a shrug from  her, they meet each other. The hands embrace, the lips touch toughly and then the rain is upon them both. It gushes and gushes sliding over their tangled embrace. Now they pull away for a moment, racing around covered earth faster than their heartbeats. Twirling, dancing, splashing, living. They know they are free. Their feet are bare, toes are embedded with mucky earth and sink into the pillows of puddles. He lifts her, spins her, kisses her. Then the thunder roars heroically, the sun begins to peek into view eventually caressing them all into its slender, radiant arms. The earth sparkles from its dazzling new wardrobe of liquid, glints off the lovers eyes until they’re lost again in another kiss, this time for good.

The moment pulls out, up past the couple, high past the stormy clouds and fades into the sun and the song plays until the end has come. (k.b.)