Run

The day seems to hold plenty of light as I leave the gathering of folks, perhaps a barbecue, to retrieve the keys and hoodie I'd left under a tree a couple of blocks away.  As I enter onto the main street it becomes a newly paved county road as flat as the landscape it crosses.

Realizing that the distance I have to go has changed, but not curious that the city blocks have become long expanses of nothingness, I begin to run.  I am thrilled to move quickly and unimpeded without the usual heavy muscleless legs or worse the knuckle-dragging that is usually required to move this body forward.

Miles away, at the second perfectly perpendicular road, I find my tree.  The only other living thing out here but me.  It may be an oak, it may be the tree of enlightenment but I don't pause to wonder.  I grab my things and quickly return to the road, the sun is setting. 

Twenty, maybe thirty steps and I am back on the road in the blackest of nights.  There are no houses or even the moon.  Leaning down, I feel for  the side of the tarmac, move to the middle of the road and run.  At times I swerve into the shallow gully filled with water or I wait for the occasional car to pass as I hide below the water line.  When I think that the driver can no longer see me I get up and run as fast as I can, using the tail lights until blackness envelopes me again.


I figured it out, pretty simple and pathetic really!  Since I am pretty sure that no one actually reads what I write, but just looks at the occasional pretty picture, this will be a test.  So, if you are actually, really reading this, please take a few minutes to interpret my dream.  Thanks in advance phantom reader!