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a little less drama, a bit more sunshine... a much preferred way to bring in my first day back home. of course, as the fates allow, i had to earn it. i've come to expect my much-loved time behind the wheel to be more... inspirational... over the past few weeks. and it wasn't the mechanicals or the anticipated dense cloak of fog that provided the attentiveness... more like biblical deluge. the windshield wipers fought a losing battle against fierce wind-driven raindrops for most of the trip. at times, visibility was limited to impressionistic displays of headlights and reflections only suggesting the familiar path... like peering through frosted glass in an old storefront... at seventy miles per hour. as the torrent lessened, it was like travlling across a flooded causeway at the shore, so swollen had every creek, stream and river become. at least i wasn't going to be napping along the way. someone at work had mentioned during the course of the evening that the average person spends ninety percent of their life indoors. that comment was... uncomfortable. no wonder people live so long, if they hide behind walls for most of thier existence. naturally, i felt like i had to spend most of today in fresh air. warm-ish fresh air. not t-shirt or top-down weather, but a nice change from soupy funk. though, i managed to find a little funk, anyway. i expected to find more trees felled by the winds, up on the mountainside as i hiked. instead, the snow, which had disappeared overnight, had flattened most of the weeds in the folds of the hill. revealed, all of the nuances of the contours... ancient piles of glassy refuse... and a silvery thread of the revived creek snaking along the bottom. today, i have a waterfall... bordered by weathered greenstone adhered by sticky clay, that color of orange that i swear this place was named for. pardon my preposition. i managed to find the remains of my grandad's model T truck, reduced to a few oxidized panels... the barest suggestion of being man-made. got snaps to post, now. when i rise in the morning, i plan on debunking the sheltered life a little bit more |
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