similarities exist between my semi~obsession with middle names and the sans~light hours. both offer hidden and somewhat untouched variables. a whole separate crew of creatures venture out as light gives break—offering up distinct sounds, smells and sights. always do the smaller morsels reel me in.
this eve’s stray elect: i distantly picked up a familiar tune as i was stepping my way through the woods toward town. upon searching the sound out, i was surprised and oddly delighted when i came face~to~face (minus 20-or-so feet) with a 1980’s’ish ‘bug zapper’—not because i like the product, but because it still exists. i filed the house location away in my mind for the chance that i might, someday, enjoy an amusing chat with the folks who still place merit in the insect-slimming abilities of the zapper—like lightning from the fort. (i don’t even know what this means, but have big plans of making it a legit and often used word line-up.)
i am always intrigued by subtle (and not so subtle) differences…mmmm, multilevel variance. not just in the wheels of light and dark, warm and cold—but in the way that i breathe, and in the way that i feel alive…
in the night air.