A holy day.
Pilgrimage to New Paltz. Goodbye, goodbye, hello again. Stations of the cross.
And at nightfall I parked my car at the Dug Road/Kleine Kill clearing. I ate a salad from Hokkaido and watched the fireflies slowly speckle to life until a million bugs danced and glowed. Illuminated trees and tall grass. A single cricket played, then stopped. Some reptile's hummmm took over shortly afterwards.
Throw my body in the marsh when I die, please. There's no place like it.
After about forty-five minutes and four hundred fifty thoughts, I rode up the hill to see the yellowest, brightest, biggest moon. Driving down Springtown two foxes appeared and then a deer.
MAGIC.
And at nightfall I parked my car at the Dug Road/Kleine Kill clearing. I ate a salad from Hokkaido and watched the fireflies slowly speckle to life until a million bugs danced and glowed. Illuminated trees and tall grass. A single cricket played, then stopped. Some reptile's hummmm took over shortly afterwards.
Throw my body in the marsh when I die, please. There's no place like it.
After about forty-five minutes and four hundred fifty thoughts, I rode up the hill to see the yellowest, brightest, biggest moon. Driving down Springtown two foxes appeared and then a deer.
MAGIC.