It ain’t much, because it’s missing the element of presence. If you’re not standing here, you can’t hear the song of the robin that’s ignoring the night. You can’t smell the sausage and bacon cooking nearby. The way the mist of the clouds hangs on the ground. The colors that selfrender and beguile. You would be wrong to think that the parking lots aren’t worth a second look. Our lives are much more comprised of such places than they are of landscapes and bright moments.
It’s an impossibly early Saturday morning. Quiet and unformed. Most of the trees are leafless and cast silhouettes suited for metaphorical thoughts or Tim Burton movies.
I see Xmas lights beginning to multiply in anticipation of the upcoming holidays, the ones overshadowed by a perplexing lack of charity in a lot of people’s hearts. All the lights are pretty, regardless of their complexity or colors. I can only guess whether they are put out from obligation or glee.
I often think about the fact that my days are a meal in reverse sometimes. The quiet hours of wandering your streets are the entree, while the remainder seems anticlimactic.
The Great Santini chased me down. I always look for him if I circle the dark block across from the railroad tracks. He likes to tease me by running around me in circles with his tail up. Only Pat Conroy fans will understand why I named this beautiful playful orange cat The Great Santini. He walks with pride and I only see him in the early pre-dawn hours.
Beginnings and endings are always the same at 3:00 a.m. Some are barreling toward our own 3:00 a.m. while others are just out of the gate.
I understand why they replaced some of the missing bike lane pylons. I’m not sure they understand the implications of putting a replacement in the first slot. It’s already been entertaining enough, watching drivers speed along distracted, only to be violently shalen as they run over the protruding rumble bumps. I watched a car turn right off of Gregg and gun it like they were transporting donation organs. The boom of them hitting the pylon was amazing. The car braked and zigzagged, its lights flashing back and forth across the road. It came to a stop. I watched, waiting for the driver to get out and look at the car. They didn’t. They sped up the hill.
I’m glad I stuck around. The fox came out of the creek and stood by the bridge, watching me. I took a really great picture of the ground because I still had the phone camera on long exposure. The fox yelped at me and I yelped back. I would have gotten a better picture when the fox stopped in front of me and watched me. But a car came over the hill at 70 mph. Its lights washed out my camera lens as I snapped a picture.
Earlier this morning, I witnessed the strangest non-chase chase as police cars pursued a white truck., only to get it stopped and then let it go. I had a lot of questions about that.
It’s almost 70° and the air feels weird because of the rain coming in. Perfect morning to take a walk in the dark in the forest. When the acorns fall, they sound like boulders in this unusual air .
People don’t believe me when I say that I have hundreds of rainbows at a time inside my apartment. Especially when the wind is blowing. The 8 beautiful prisms I have on the landing are sometimes blinding. Yesterday, when the sunlight hit the perfect fall angle, everything in the living room looked like a mosaic. It’s psychedelic at times.
And, yes, that is another mannequin inside my front window standing guard. He has on a Elvis wig and a Trump T-shirt. Between the small mannequin and the one outside my front door, there is never a shortage of opportunities to make someone have a WTF moment if they come near my apartment.
PS my cat Güino approves of the incredible natural light I get, as well as the colors that wash over him a lot of afternoons. .
At 1:00 a.m., it was 69°. The wind was gusting and dragging the clouds across the sky like it was an early spring morning. Following the urge, I drove to the creek and went barefoot into the water and watched the sky. The insects were back, chirping their approval.
It was a light show for me, powered by the breeze gusting through the trees and across the water.
To say that I reluctantly got out of the water to go to work is among the biggest understatements of the century.
For a few minutes, I was alone in the world. Not that each of us isn’t inside our own thoughts.
I had to check the calendar to be sure. That it’s November 18th.
I want to be the kind of person I’ve always been. On the other hand, it’s a good time of year to remind everyone to avoid letting your better nature get you into situations where you think you’re helping someone. Scammers and people with ill intentions have practiced on countless people. X .
I walked four miles out of my way just to prank a coworker by doing jumping jacks in his driveway in the dead dark of the morning. I covered my face as I walked along the street without sidewalks and barely any street lights. And then did jumping jacks backward, hoping his security cameras would catch the idiot performing in his driveway.
Tonight was also another chance to see the Leonid meteor showers. I walked backward for a while so that I could stare up in the correct direction. Even though it took me a long time to get there, there’s a stretch near the interstate where the sky stretches beautifully above.
I won’t bore you with how beautiful the meteor streaks were. I took slow motion video of the huge trucks thundering by two feet away, across the concrete divider that supposedly separates the interstate from the grass.
I was astonished to see the behemouth unfinished skeletons of apartments rising on Mount Comfort Road. Because I had already walked too far, I walked through Mount Comfort cemetery, thinking about the expanse of time and the number of people who’ve been in the area. Trying to imagine what it might have been like in 1862 to camp there, waiting to march Prairie Grove. 163 years ago. That sounds ancient until I realized I have been alive more than 1/3 of those years.
Making my way back in a huge loop, I cut through a field to avoid the two miles of walking required to get around by road. The wind was blowing 10 to 15 mph, rolling over me as I stood in the grass and watched the sky. It felt like a delicious summer moment. Off in the distance I heard a dog bark a couple of times. A couple of minutes later, I heard a soft rustle to my left. Looking over, I saw a light-colored Mastiff mix of some kind sitting on its back legs and looking at me.
Because I’m eloquent, I put my phone in my pocket and squatted. “Who wants some pets?” The dog wagged its butt and came right up to me, nuzzling against my hand. I wasn’t worried because if it had wanted to, it could have launched like a missile and took me to the grass. It followed me to the fence along the highway. I gave it one more pet through the boards.
I wanted to walk one more time around the park opposite the equine center. It’s deeply dark and the wind howls through there. It’s also a great place to watch the sky. Heading toward it, a GMC Yukon veered off of Garland and slowly drove down the length of the park and then followed the dark road around until about the halfway point. Whoever was driving left the headlights on. It’s an unusual time of the morning for anyone to be out there.
Shenanigans came to mind. I walked down the side road and then cut to the left through the grass into the park. You have to keep in mind that it’s deeply dark there and the only light is a dim one generated from the pavilion lights that are left on overnight. Standing next to a tall oak tree, I could see the silhouette of someone standing near the front of the Yukon.
Without trying to control it, I screeched one of my infamous pterodactyl screams. I let out a second one. It took no time at all for the person standing next to the vehicle to open the door, hop in, and drive to the end of the road next to Garland. They stopped. I’m pretty sure their eyes were scanning the park, trying to see the origin of the pterodactyl scream. I let out another one. The vehicle immediately swung right and drove away on Garland.
I’m infinitely amused that whoever was driving might go home and tell people that they heard a monster in the dark. How are they going to know it was a middle-aged man walking around in the dark, trying to find lemon moments and shenanigans?
I’m not accustomed to my long walks meeting the sunrise, or the tendrils of color immediately prior to it. The birds have awakened on their new fall schedule. “I don’t get the appeal,” people will sometimes honestly tell me, hearing about me wandering around when we’re supposed to be sleeping. It’s not something to get. It has to be experienced. It’s exactly like pretty much every other human experience.
It’s for the same reason I climbed up on top of the 10 foot high mound of dirt next to the railroad tracks, not caring that I might fall down. The decibels of the air horn and the thunder of the tracks made the inside of my spine tickle as I stood on top of the mound and watched the train pass. The sunrise behind it. Try explaining that sort of thing to other adults who would never in a million years do it, even if I enthusiastically explained to them that it is as a memorable experience as watching the sunrise shine across a mountain in the middle of the wilderness.
Speaking of impossibly beautiful mornings, this is one of them in Northwest Arkansas. 65°, breezy, with humidity high enough to blanket surfaces in dampness. If you’re lucky enough to walk under an oak tree when the wind gusts, you might get pelted with multiple acorns as you pass.
The crows are arguing, once again proving that marriage exists in nature.
If you look up, you’ll be rewarded with blankets of all manner of leaves twirling down to add to the growing carpet on the ground.
It’s hard to believe it’s November 14th and that will likely have 70° weather the remainder of the week.
I needed a deviation this morning. So instead of the short drive to work, I went to one of the dark places where I can see the sky. I put on M83’s “Outro” and let it rip. If you’ve never heard the song, put in some earbuds or put on headphones and turn the volume up. If you don’t get goosebumps, I’m not sure you’re human.
P.S. Parenthetically Speaking 