Ambient Drone (Lake Nights)

Circuit bent Juno-106 layered with Tascam GX-100 field recordings of a 700mm gamer lens. Know what I mean? This ones a bit quiet, take a nap to it! You can keep it for free :}

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The best way up to the top of what we called a mountain went past
their garden, and that was the path we were taking now, slowly,
because it was steep and the long yellow grass here was slippery. Now
and then I grabbed a sapling to pull myself up. Just below the summit,
the mountain was bare and protruded outwards, impossible to walk up,
at least when it was as wet as it was now, but at the edge there was a
crevice between the rock face and a gently projecting crag where you
could get a foothold and easily clamber up the last few metres to the
summit.
‘Where’s it gone?’ Trond said, the first man up.
‘It was right there!’ Geir said, pointing a few metres along the little
plateau.
‘Oh no,’ Leif Tore said. ‘It’s down there. Look!’
Everyone turned to look. The rainbow was over the forest, a long way
down. One end was above the trees below Beck’s house, the other near
the grassy incline descending to the bay.
‘Shall we go down then?’ Trond said.
‘What if the treasure’s still here?’ Leif Tore said, in the dialect we
spoke. ‘We could at least have a peek.’
‘It isn’t,’ I said. ‘It’s only where the rainbow is.’
‘Who took it then? That’s what I’d like to know,’ Leif Tore said.
‘No one did,’ I said. ‘Are you daft or what? No one brings it either, if
that’s what you think. It’s the rainbow.’
‘You’re the one who’s daft,’ Leif Tore said. ‘It can’t just disappear all
on its own.’
‘It seems it can,’ I said.
‘No, it can’t,’ Leif Tore said.
‘Yes, it can,’ I said. ‘Have a look then. See if you can find it!’
‘I want to look too,’ Trond said.
‘Me too,’ Geir said.
‘Count me out,’ I said.
They turned and walked away, glancing from side to side. I wanted to
go with them, I could feel myself drawn, but it wasn’t possible now.
Instead I looked at the view. It was the best vantage point anywhere.
You could see the bridge almost rising from the treetops, you could see
the sound, where there were always boats crossing, and you could see
the big white gasometers on the other side. You could see the island of
Gjerstadholmen, you could see the new road, the low concrete bridge it
crossed, you could see Ubekilen Bay from the landward side. And you
could see the estate. All the red and orange roofs among the trees. The
road. Our garden, Gustavsen’s garden; the rest was hidden.
The sky above the estate was almost completely blue now. The clouds
towards the town, white. While on the other side, behind Ubekilen,
they were still heavy and grey.
I could see dad down there. A tiny, tiny little figure, no bigger than
an ant, on top of the ladder against the roof.
Could he see me up here? I wondered.
A gust of wind blew off the sea.
I turned to watch the others. Two yellow dots and one light green one
moving to and fro between the trees. The rocky plateau was dark grey,
much like the sky beyond, with yellow and, in some places, whitish
grass in the cracks. A branch lay there, all its weight resting on the
many needle-thin side branches in such a way that the thick main stem
didn’t touch the ground. It looked strange.
I had hardly ever been in the forest that lay ahead. The furthest I had
gone on the path was to a large uprooted tree, perhaps thirty metres
inside. From there you could see down a slope where nothing grew but
heather. With the tall slim pine trees on both sides and the denser-
growing spruces like a wall beneath, it resembled a large room.
Geir said he saw a fox there once. I didn’t believe him, but foxes were
no laughing matter, so for safety’s sake we had taken with us a packed
lunch and bottles of juice to the edge of the mountain, where the whole
of the world as we knew it lay beneath us.
‘Here it is!’ Leif Tore shouted. ‘Wow! The pot of gold!’
‘Wow!’ Geir shouted.
‘You can’t fool me!’ I shouted back.
‘Yippeeeee!’ Leif Tore cried. ‘We’re rich!’
‘I don’t believe it!’ Trond shouted.
Then it all went quiet.
Had they really found it?
Not at all. They were trying to trick me.
But the end of the rainbow had been on this precise spot.
What if Leif Tore was right and the treasure hadn’t disappeared with
the rainbow?
I took a few steps forward and tried to see through the juniper bushes
they were standing behind.
‘Ohhh, cripes! Look at this!’ Leif Tore said.
I made up my mind in a flash and hurried over, dashing between the
trees and past the bushes, then stopped.
They looked at me.
‘Gotcha! Ha ha ha! We gotcha!’
‘I knew all the time,’ I said.