Approaching Boulder today in the dark was like mirrored stars climbing the sky. There were rivers of light that fountained up from the horizon, and it take a moment for our perspective to shift and realize that we were seeing towns on the face of the mountains.
A beautiful drive tonight – lost on the way to Boulder. Heather showed a moment of romance inside her and pulled over to the side of the road. I don’t know what tiny cities surrounded us, but humanity twinkled to our East, and a vague glow of moon shone over the mountain tops to our West, and all above us was a fantastic display of mythical beasts and firey-eyed constellation creatures.
We shivered like that for a long while and shared a kiss and the spectacular view of and with each other. A good night.
Feeling not as healthy as I’d like to today. Just a little run-down, kind of cold – and my throat’s been bothering me for a while. Mostly, we think, from the incredibly dry air, but for every hour of sleep I lose because I’m up and coughing, that makes me a whole lot more susceptable to the flu that Jennie’s got.
I don’t want that.
The other day, we went out just to get out – went and mailed stuff, and got some videos and things – these are photographs from the parking lot of a strip mall behind a Blockboster. I surprised a hawk in mid-disembowel of a mouse – we scared the Hell out of one another and he flew off just as I brought up the camera. He took the mouse.
He reminded me of a night back in high school – Living at my parents’ house.. a rustling at my window woke me up – the clock told me of the 3 o’clock hour, and I had to work up my courage before I got up and twitched aside the curtain to come face to face with a beautiful, silver-faced possum, nesting in the warmth of my window. Snow and silver and fur. It’s that magical moment of natural encounter.
