mapadu
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It?s 1:14am. The only light is the TV screen. A grizzled old man asks ?What is your name?? ?What is your quest?? ?What? is your favorite color??
I uncover myself and get up from the couch. Couldn?t hold it any longer. Careful not to step on the sleeping dog, I stumble and feel my way to the light switch in the bathroom. All squinty-eyed, I think the lights are too bright. Back on the couch under a blanket. A last sip of beer. Some medieval knights get arrested. Blink out.
11:06am. There?s a scratching at the door. Then a yelp. I uncover myself and get up from the couch. Door unlatches, dog goes out. I squint and put my hand up to block the sun. Sky is blue and snow is way too white for my clouded mind to manage. Yuk, it?s nice out. I just want to sleep my life away, but that ain?t gonna happen. Not when Winter whines to come in.
While wondering what brought on this hazy indifference, a few hours of complacency come and go. Every year is getting shorter. Who cares, and why is this tennis ball constantly dropping at my feet? Dogs have way too much energy.
2:28pm. I finally give in to her expecting stare and take Winter out to play. Out the door and up the hill. We?d been traveling for about an hour before finding this friendly welcome:
?Shot, hung, or otherwise prosecuted.? Hmph. The gallows are a nice touch. Brave Sir Robin would surely run away. After this brief break from bangin? coconuts together, we continue.
Up on Traver?s Hill, I?d do just fine to sit and fall into a waking dream. Some solitary high-alpine vegetation.
But someone else has other ideas. Rolling in snow, running in circles, raring to go.
So go we must, down a mellow mountain meadow.
Take a look around.
I thought about re-applying my skins, but I didn?t feel like it. Had to go up to get home, but I was too lazy to save myself the extra effort. So I made skinless switchbacks to the top. Free-heeled a Z on the hill?s forehead.
More solitude atop the hill. Golden clouds at sunset suffocated on weather when it rolled a gloomy gray up the ridgeline.
A bird of prey flew in with the veil. With wings unfurled it circled lower and lower until I lost its lazy glide behind the trees.
I grew jealous, and wished that I could fly. Soon it was time to head home,
and try.
It was 6:33pm when I stepped out of my skis at the door. Went inside, ate, and then it was back to the comfy couch. I pressed play on Fear and Loathing and dozed off long after the curled up canine on the floor. Somewhere between ?This is bat country? and ?dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth,? I realized that I hadn?t seen another human being in 24 hours, then everything faded away.
I uncover myself and get up from the couch. Couldn?t hold it any longer. Careful not to step on the sleeping dog, I stumble and feel my way to the light switch in the bathroom. All squinty-eyed, I think the lights are too bright. Back on the couch under a blanket. A last sip of beer. Some medieval knights get arrested. Blink out.
11:06am. There?s a scratching at the door. Then a yelp. I uncover myself and get up from the couch. Door unlatches, dog goes out. I squint and put my hand up to block the sun. Sky is blue and snow is way too white for my clouded mind to manage. Yuk, it?s nice out. I just want to sleep my life away, but that ain?t gonna happen. Not when Winter whines to come in.
While wondering what brought on this hazy indifference, a few hours of complacency come and go. Every year is getting shorter. Who cares, and why is this tennis ball constantly dropping at my feet? Dogs have way too much energy.
2:28pm. I finally give in to her expecting stare and take Winter out to play. Out the door and up the hill. We?d been traveling for about an hour before finding this friendly welcome:
?Shot, hung, or otherwise prosecuted.? Hmph. The gallows are a nice touch. Brave Sir Robin would surely run away. After this brief break from bangin? coconuts together, we continue.
Up on Traver?s Hill, I?d do just fine to sit and fall into a waking dream. Some solitary high-alpine vegetation.
But someone else has other ideas. Rolling in snow, running in circles, raring to go.
So go we must, down a mellow mountain meadow.
Take a look around.
I thought about re-applying my skins, but I didn?t feel like it. Had to go up to get home, but I was too lazy to save myself the extra effort. So I made skinless switchbacks to the top. Free-heeled a Z on the hill?s forehead.
More solitude atop the hill. Golden clouds at sunset suffocated on weather when it rolled a gloomy gray up the ridgeline.
A bird of prey flew in with the veil. With wings unfurled it circled lower and lower until I lost its lazy glide behind the trees.
I grew jealous, and wished that I could fly. Soon it was time to head home,
and try.
It was 6:33pm when I stepped out of my skis at the door. Went inside, ate, and then it was back to the comfy couch. I pressed play on Fear and Loathing and dozed off long after the curled up canine on the floor. Somewhere between ?This is bat country? and ?dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth,? I realized that I hadn?t seen another human being in 24 hours, then everything faded away.