I was driving out in the country in my sports car yesterday with the roof off, listening to The Last Shadow Puppets, when i noticed a strange muddy puddle off to the side of the road near a stop sign adjacent to famous redneck singers massive estate.
I thought to myself, well i dont remember what i thought, but i pulled off of the road over by the murky red water with a few green weeds growing out of the center. This was a large puddle, a pond sized affair, due to recent rains in the area.
I took my glasses off even though the sun wasnt yet behind the clouds. I wanted so bad to be home on my patio drinking up Kronenbourg 1664 Blanc, watching birds floating abov me and planes flying above them, with the clouds somewhere in between.
In the giant clay pond with green weeds i thought i saw life coming to the surface. I would get out of my penis-mobile and shuffle over to the waters edge to get a better look. Hands reaching up out of the water begging for help, could it be? Or hands reaching out inviting me to join for an afternoon swim...quicksand.
The reflection of the sky overhead slowly morphed from clouds passing the suns message to a field of angry cows who refused to give milk. The cows were telling me something in the mysterious water but i could not hear them from the sound of the locusts in the high trees above me.
I had started to sweat without losing my cool, so i had to leave them all in their brick soup, and make my way back home to the patio jungle and ice cold ale.
Later on last night i would make an emergency phone call for a desperate mother in a frantic state, grasping her baby for all that she could. I watched the first responders come to her aid from afar, a highway separated us, but i somehow heard her and it appeared all ended up well. Quite scary but luckily she is fine now.
Just another day in life's unraveling twisty road, we never know what we will find when we take to the trail.