Alien Vistas as seen from a bridge

This morning was extremely cold. The walk from Vanessa's house to the bus stop took a mere ten minutes, but in that short time I felt as if my eyes were going to freeze from their sockets. I made it though, and ended up taking shelter in the bus shelter. The bus eventually came, and I found a fairly decent seat. So, for a time I sat and read as we rode through the city.

We eventually reached the west bank of the U, and the bus stopped as it always does, in this little tunnel preceding the bridge. Out went all of the West-Bankers, hustling off into warmth. Then something odd happened. All of the lights and noises of the bus suddenly stopped. The lights then came back on, but the noises were different. I could tell that the engine was no longer on. There were series after series of beeps, a number of times the lights turned off. Somehow, like a miracle, the bus came back to life, the engine turned over and we went on our way.

By this time I had stopped reading. So I looked out over the river as we rode over it. The sky was purple from the lazily rising sun, and a sort of mist. It was probably a fog or a low lying cloud, but it too was purpled by the light. All I could see through it were the vague shapes of buildings on the other side of the river, with sinister red lights coming through the haze. It was like I was looking out over a dreadful alien vista, a place wholly unfamiliar and sinister, dripping with eldritch horror. And the terrifying thing about it is, we built this alien monstrosity.