{"id":4114,"date":"2024-05-07T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-05-07T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=4114"},"modified":"2024-05-03T15:15:39","modified_gmt":"2024-05-03T13:15:39","slug":"yellow-streetlights","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2024\/05\/yellow-streetlights\/","title":{"rendered":"Yellow Streetlights"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right has-normal-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Author:<\/strong> A\u00b7<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">I don\u2019t like to drive.<br>At least, not when there are people in my car,<br>Nor if the trio is too short.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">I find myself liking long drives alone, with the music of my choice.<br>During the day, seeing the landscape evolve into something else<br>As time passes and I drive by.&nbsp;<br>But at night, everything seems different.<br>When I pass through villages with yellow streetlights,<br>memories come flooding my mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Christmas was always at my grandparents\u2019. We went midafternoon for a traditional walk<br>Followed by some songs, poems, and stories around the decorated tree.<br>Then the gifts and the copious meal: it took hours to finish the many courses and desserts.<br>We left after it was long dark outside,<br>My parents always played the same disc<br>The radio wasn\u2019t entertaining that late at night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">The trip back was about two hours long,&nbsp;<br>I usually ended up sleeping most of it.<br>But there always were those moments, some minutes after departure,<br>When the sleepiness hasn\u2019t kicked in yet,&nbsp;<br>I would listen to the music while absently looking at the lights outside.<br>The quiet sound of the car engine and the driving motion<br>Rocking me to sleep. Happy and content with the time spent with family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Those are nice memories from my past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Nowadays when we go eat at my grandparents, I drive on the way back,<br>While my parents sleep in the backseats.<br>Still listening to the same music.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Author: A\u00b7 I don\u2019t like to drive.At least, not when there are people in my car,Nor if the trio is too short. I find myself liking long drives alone, with the music of my choice.During the day, seeing the landscape evolve into something elseAs time passes and I drive by.&nbsp;But at night, everything seems different.When [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002770,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_seopress_robots_follow":"","_seopress_robots_imageindex":"","_seopress_robots_snippet":"","_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_robots_breadcrumbs":"","_seopress_robots_freeze_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_custom_modified_date":"","_seopress_robots_canonical":"","_seopress_social_fb_title":"","_seopress_social_fb_desc":"","_seopress_social_fb_img":"","_seopress_social_fb_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_fb_img_height":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_title":"","_seopress_social_twitter_desc":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img":"","_seopress_social_twitter_img_attachment_id":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_width":0,"_seopress_social_twitter_img_height":0,"_seopress_redirections_value":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled":"","_seopress_redirections_enabled_regex":"","_seopress_redirections_logged_status":"","_seopress_redirections_param":"","_seopress_redirections_type":0,"_seopress_analysis_target_kw":"","_seopress_news_disabled":"","_seopress_video_disabled":"","_seopress_video":[],"_seopress_pro_schemas_manual":[],"_seopress_pro_rich_snippets_disable_all":"","_seopress_pro_rich_snippets_disable":[],"_seopress_pro_schemas":[],"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[80],"tags":[81],"class_list":["post-4114","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-2024-spring","tag-madeleine-the-proust-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4114","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002770"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4114"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5140,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4114\/revisions\/5140"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}