17 November 2020
Out walking on a dark cloud filled night. ‘Tis a dark evening where the human made lights play against the sky’s innate blackness. Electricity, burning tungsten and neon gift wildly generated auras and stray light beams to these post twilight hours. Distant glows of yellows and oranges create a colorful edging to this November night’s inkiness. Up close these colors hawk gas at $1.85 a gallon and 32-ounce fountain drinks for 99 cents. Here a mile distant from the source of these bright beacons there can be seen a colorful filigree at the edge of night’s blanket.
Cold air tonight is chilled by the moisture that wants to find its way to earth. No rain or snow yet. Still, the sky is pregnant with the threat of one or the other or maybe a mixture of both. Snow does not draw the heat away from a walking body as fast as a cold rain does. Snow would be preferable to a pedestrian like myself, but to root for snow is to give winter an early and unnecessary acceptance.
Looking up at the twisted branches of trees an eye can capture the oddest of images. Bare trees reveal oddities that when leaves are bushed out are impossible to discern. On one tree I saw tonight a branch held the shape of a capital U. The branch several inches thick and ran parallel to the ground. The tree limb dropped down two feet traveled two feet and then rose two feet. A perfect U. No clue as to the why of such a thing, but it stood out against the sky washed pale by the streetlamps of my neighborhood.
Sometimes there is no why. Sometimes there is just the experience. Life might have no why if you take the most nihilistic stance, but there are experiences aplenty for each of us.
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