When I can, I bike the two miles into work from where I live on the mountainside, mostly downhill. What a strange, cold time it is to be biking this late in the year. When it comes to keeping warm, its all about body temperature. You can go from zero to sweaty in sixty seconds. I passed a flag man with a Slow/Stop sign on my way into town. He turned it to Slow just I was approaching and I shouted out as I zoomed by, Im not fast enough to be slow! There are times I feel that way, though my manic behavior and relentless conversation might seem to suggest otherwise. But the truth is, I spend a lot of time alone, a lot of long quiet nights and aimless wanderings through the countryside. I spend the last few hours of every night missing my wife, and the next hour or so before sleeping talking to her on the phone. You see, shes going to school in Chicago, so that she can work in a hospital and tell you what your unborn baby looks like (among other things). We wont be living together in what many people would consider soon, but that doesnt bother me. Whats important to me, more than anything else, is that she can do what she loves, like I do what I love. I love to dream about her, but that doesnt happen often. My subconscious has other, stranger ideas, which I often turn into short stories that may or may not have a point. But if they do have a point (and I mean like an arrowhead or a spear) then it must be to drive me screaming into revelation, the honesty of self that hurts so much. Im more honest now than Ive ever been, but, oh, Im dragging some shadows. People with darker insides might deny that, but denial wont get me or them any closer to the truth. Thats what its all about, the words, the images, the reason to wake up. I hope youre all feeling a little more awake these days.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 02:19:50 +0000
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