7:01 am
Half-awake. Desperately hanging on, to a dream…
I’ve been made. My cover is blown. These enemy agents are closing in on me. I’m not going to get away but I’ve got to try.
Gotta shake em. Gotta find a way, but I can’t. There are so many. I turn down a dark ally, and they’re instantly all over me. Too many, there are just too many. Why? These questions repeat themselves as I begin to wake. Where did they all come from? Why? Why are there so many?
As I come to full consciousness, that last question is suddenly and unexpectedly set to music…
Why are there so many?
Why are there so many, songs about rainbows? And what’s on the…
Dang! Why the heck was I trying to learn THAT song yesterday? I never committed much of it to memory but now the silly thing (or just that part of it) is stuck in my head. Now I’m going to have to actively try and forget it.
Dang! And why is it still so cold? It’s almost March and this is Hawaii for christ’s sake! I look at my phone and it’s…
Dang! If I knew it was going to keep this up I would have bought a warmer blanket back in December when I got back from Minnesota. This winter, it’s been colder than I’ve ever experienced it in the eighteen years I’ve lived here. It was beginning to warm up these last few weeks and I thought the worst was over but this morning it’s COLD! again.
Suddenly, I realize how writing this will get me so much poo poo-ing from my sweetheart in Minnesota but right now I just don’t care. Let her poo poo all she wants. I’ve got to put more clothes on.
I go to my closet and pull out my official 2017 Glastonbury Festival, Theater & Circus Feilds Crew, hoodie. I wore it on the coldest nights here back in January when it got down to 53°
Fifty three degrees!
In Hawaii!
Dang!
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9:54 am
The cool, comfortable sounds of birds surrounding my jungle room, continue to caress my now more mellowed mind. I breath it all in as the ever-strengthening sunlight breaks through. The clouds here, this close to the mountain, are nearly always overhead in force. A force requiring that greater force, for light and warmth.
Ahh…
All thoughts of cold and my hoodie and silly songs in my head and dreams of being a spy trapped behind enemy lines… all good now. All good after a nice long call from my sweetheart. After the call and breakfast and reading from The Poetics of Space. After a very brief mediative moment in the stillness.
All thoughts of cold return to their rightful place. Consigned to obscurity by my cold-conscious Minnesota upbringing.
Heh… it’ll be wayy better by the time my Sweetheart gets here.
Oh yea baby!
\(^_^)/
So very blessed…
m(___)m
