Monday, June 16, 2014

Art of Light

When I drove over the bridge the first time, I had been looking at an enormous thunder storm that had just begun to form as the bridge appeared in the first place.  The sky opened up, and water came pouring down like a waterfall.  Then, as soon as we were across, the rain calmed down, and I was able to ride home safely around 10.  The house was empty.  The folks were up at the lake.  I took three minutes to put a couple bags inside and then I was back with nature, my headlamp acting as an extra eye illuminating the fields for the others.  I soon realized that I did not need the lamp, because the forests and fields were filled with fire flies, hundreds upon hundreds, a feast for the eyes.  I hadn't seen fireflies for years.  I love New York.  I walked for three hours amongst the light show whose glow gave the appearance of an amphitheater crowded with flash bulbs, while the frogs sang in the night.  I heard Kermit in there somewhere.  Soon the sky opened up again, and I ran to the familiar tree spot where I had fires as a boy, a teenager, a college student, a young adult professional, a wandering poetry seeker and finder, and however you would describe me now.  Luckily the fire flies didn't stop their show, despite the rain.  I listened to a few songs, having until then walked in silence so I could hear the sounds of nature.  Hiromi's "Green Tea Farm" is the best song to listen to in a field of fire flies, so naturally I listened to her making the world happy.  Then I walked/ran back to the house in the rain.

The morning after I enjoyed seeing green grass and leaves and white clouds in between blue skies, so I made some tea, ate some breakfast, and began writing.  Since my parents were away and it was the day before Father's Day, I decided to do the first real chore and job I'd done as a teenager: mowing the lawn.  There were several hours of clouds until I built a fire in the same spot with the tree, when the clouds went away and the moon shined a light on my fire.

Today I had lunch with my parents before driving back to the city.  My dad was very surprised to see the freshly cut lawn.  He's a great man, and I'm very lucky to be his son.  He sprayed one of the hinges on my car door because it was creaking and he loves to take care of people.

He couldn't fix the headphone jack on my iPod though, which had shorted again at the beginning of the weekend.  I had some Hiromi CD's with me though, so I had an energetic and happy ride to the city.  The moon was rising on the hillside just beyond the same bridge where the sky had poured a river of rain on the ride up.  I love that bridge, because you can also see the city skyline for the first time on the drive.

I am happy to be back in the city, even though I just enjoyed a relaxed, rejuvenating weekend amongst countryside paradise.  I haven't had internet for two days, and that was beautiful, but it's very good to be back

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