"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message
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:
: letzt nacht...
:
: We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does
: it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea...
:
: I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the
: trucker's table, along with many other regulars...
:
: The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage
: board, because they have a thing going on with the game...
:
: Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was
: back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on
: the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the
: sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below)
: and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine
: (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation).
:
: Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The
: great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire
: craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the
: cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about
: with saucers for eyes...
:
: Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep
: red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea.
:
: Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father
: touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red.
: His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without
: pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the
: longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling
: backwards into twilight..
:
: The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings...
: Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together.
:
: Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the
: last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red
: dome sinks into nothingness...
:
: The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red,
: atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full
: spectrum solar coherency can impart.
:
: I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look
: through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still
: crowded even though the wind is cool...
:
: Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid
: passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off
: into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise
: perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of
: the sky.
:
: The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the
: miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular,
:
: "Now I remember why I came to this planet!"
:
: There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to
: answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements.
:


Lovely tale, Mr. Slowley.
Thanks fer sharin'



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