it’s me . . .
what color will the lights be?
Last night there was a full moon, and so of course I got stoned to the bone and went walking. I walked thirteen miles alone in the cold beneath the pale moonlight. It was great!
At one point I was almost pancaked by an ambulance running lights and sirens through a red light . . . but it didn’t get me, and so I live to post these here pictures I took of my long journey through the darkness:
About an hour after I took that picture of the moon over the river, I accidentally ended up back at that very same spot and now there was an older couple standing there gazing at the moon. It almost looked like a painting and I wanted to take a picture of them with the moon, but it seemed invasive, and so I didn’t.
Anyway . . . the end!
BONUS:
Monty was almost hit by an ambulance as well . . . mere minutes after my close encounter!
EXCALIBUR (1981) rules btw
When I stopped working on the races I was glad but it left an emptiness. By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.
a moveable feast
i will follow you wherever you go if your offered hand is still open to me
I have died . . .
being gego probably rules