5/23/07
a wonderful lunch
Book in hand, I went out to have my lunch on Tuesday. The skies were threatening rain and I decided to lumber down to the car and retrieve my umbrella. Ten minutes later the rain began in earnest yet I remained dry sitting under my pine tree in my little grotto away from the building reading my book.

One of the things that I truly enjoy in life is being out in inclement weather. Something about being the only person out in weather that sane people would avoid like the plague appeals to me on a visceral level. Being out in a world without anyone else, completely alone. It's much different than being out at night.

Noawadays people who are out after midnight are already suspects. Plus the world really doesn't sleep anymore even out here in the sticks and rocks of Colorado. The streetlights don't flash anymore. There are reruns or infomercials on television at 3 a.m. rather than dead air or test patterns.

Yet being outside during a heavy snow or an afternoon deluge is wonderful. The world is being covered up by the snow to renew itself. The rain is driving away all the bullshit of life into the gutter so give people a fresh start with their day.

The only downside is not enough sunshine tends to affect me in the same way staying up waaaay past my bedtime tends to affect me. For those of you playing along at home that means going crazy with thoughts because an idle mind does the devil's work.

In Yer Dreams
Ghost flipping switches. Legless bodybuilders. My car is parked on Cottage lane across the street from my home in New Jersey. Either I'm substantially smaller or thinner because I'm able to curl up inside my car underneath the steering wheel and peek out the window. Dad's letting the dogs out and he's silhouetted by the backyard light. People are wandering up and down the street and I desperately don't want them to see me.

The opportunity to make a run for the house presents itself and I'm back in the dark of my old bedroom. As I'm leaving the room I decide to turn on the light which immediately switches itself off. There was an unseen hand touching my hand. Each time I went to flip the switch the hand would turn off the light.

Now I was getting freaked out plus someone was awake upstairs and I feared they would be pissed off and come downstairs to yell at me for being up so late. I ran back out into the night.

After running blindly I crashed through some pine branches and found myself back in Colorado Springs. I was somewhere on Wahsatch near some gray row houses. The sidewalk was surrounded by a wrought iron fence and people were lined up waiting to enter one of the rooms at the corner of Wahsatch and Yampa. Waiting in line were two burly weightlifters. They saw me and recognized me.

Neither of the guys had legs. Everything ended near the navel. Their strong arms lifting the torsos from their place and thumping down on the grass, walking on their hands towards me. I don't remember anything else.

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