There's no sleep to be had at this time on a Friday night in a house like this. They're constantly coming and going, talking and yelling at the top of their voices in the middle of the darkened suburban streets. I am amazed that the police have not been here. Who are these neighbors? Either they all have exceptional tolerance or they are all asleep, those heavy sleepers. Or a combination of both.
Maybe my hearing is just too good. Yeah. Right.
One would wish for earplugs. Block out the sound and drift into a deep sleep until the morrow. These are earplugs that do not exist at this current time. Not at this current time. Too bad.
I like to be at the beach during the after-fade, where the ocean surges always dependable and constant. Somewhere serene elemental. Speaking in abstraction. I imagine the mountains would be a good place too, but I have not been in the mountains since winter. I do miss them. I miss them and the wall of trees that acts as an instrument in its arrangement and the wind plays it and the sound separates me from myself for just a moment. This is good for I do tire of myself and my own thoughts.
Dusk is especially moving when you are standing amidst forest in the mountains. You can see the glowing horizon as it melts from orange to magenta to finally a blued white, broken through the many trees and so it hovers over an endless black where at the border you can make out up-stretched and curling tree fingers reaching for the failing light, swaying and roaring with a music of their own. Elemental. Simplicity.
I can still hear them talking excitedly nearby. I may try for sleep again, but I doubt it will come this easily...in a place like this.
This place may not be the beach or the mountains. But it is good when there is a pleasant breeze and an absence of loud freaks outside.
