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Monday August 20th 2012, 2:27 amLong hours, the grayness of dusk as the sun goes to sleep, hitting my senses a bit dreamily. The yellow and white stripes skim the road passing into another existence of what is left behind, but stretching before us into a palpable black pitch, a desert summer night, beckoning to the mysteries that lay beyond the shadows of bleached out dry plants along the graveled shoulders as our high beams discreetly flicker upon them before they, too, vanish behind us. Then in a suddenness we have red lights brightening, as all of the already weary travelers come to a dead stop in the middle of what feels like an endless void. There is only us and what lives within the radius of our unmoving lights, nothing else matters right now. We sit and wait, the Beatles’ I Am The Walrus mesmerizingly reaches down into our ears from some distant satellite, and its 1am on a highway somewhere that is supposed to be California. Off in the distance heavy clouds skirt the horizon catching golden light from an unseen moon that hides it’s face behind the curtain of a building storm. As we sit and wait for clear signs of movement, we’re treated to a dramatic show of electrical natural might, flashes of white hot brilliance flutter through the sky like the finale of a fireworks display on the fourth of July. Impressive and bold as it takes over the vastness of the sky, its like entering another time and space.
Desert Night Driving
August 19th 2012
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