It’s a beautiful night. The full moon is enough to illuminate my keyboard and the LCD is turned down low. There’d be romance to it if there was someone to be romantic with. We’re driving through the eastern mountains of Tennessee making for the western mountain of North Carolina passing truckers and getting passed by State Troopers, whipping off into the night. The sky is frequently reduced to nothing but a lighter river of darkness over our heads as the mountains close in, but the clouds, so omnipresent for the past week, have fled and left us in the cold cold light of moon.
She is Lovely, no?
So there IS romance to the trip nonetheless. It was a good show, another night shared with West Mary at the Downtown in Morristown, TN. A really great little bar, a fun vibe, but my nostrils are stinging from the smoke and we’re not romantically poor, just dreadfully poor – and we’re going to have to dig into our reserves for the drive to Wilmington tomorrow.
Hopefully, the ladies of Wilmington will be kind. We haven’t been there for a long, long time and I’m hoping she does not feel jilted.
Climbing the mountains, I’m trying to shut down the part of my brain that’s computing and recomputing the gas mileage. There are little digital numbers flashing through my head, Robocop style, 16… 15… 14…
Tonight we’re staying with our friend Windy in Asheville. She’s one of those people we’d never have met if we stayed quietly home. She’s the sister of someone who saw us in Savannah and I’m eternally grateful for people like her, kind creatures that have taken us in sight unseen… unfortunately, this time around we’ll probably REMAIN unseen – getting in LONG after her bedtime and probably rising after she departs for work. I Love even getting her voicemail and hearing her lazily drawl her name.
I’d called her tonight to update her on our schedule – and though the gig was a LOT of fun, it was also considerably later than I’d expected – I was kind of stressed out about it. I’m sure it was completely unintentional, but there’s something about her voice that’s very soothing and a lot of it is in that accent. It just tells my heart to slow on down…. and if you can convince my heart of that… the rest of me follows….
The moon on the mountains looks like snow.
The sun didn’t actually come up until I was waiting for my connection in Philadelphia, PA. I don’t like to fly anymore. It’s almost to the point of a phobia, to be honest – but when I HAVE to fly and if I’m going on a north/south route I always try to get an early morning flight that coincides with sunrise. There’s nothing as beautiful as dawn from an airliner through bleary, bleary eyes. Flying from Baltimore to Philadelphia at 5.30am, I was on the right side of the plane with my eyes glued to the window. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
