17.2 mpg currently

100 miles remain

62 degrees

November 18th

Last year, 1/3″ of snow

A high of 21, low of 14

And everything in between completely different, and ever-changing.

Lots of uproar via the news and all major media outlets, encouraging Viewers to doubt their safety and question everything While Staying Tuned.

The nagging question, and that sinking feeling: Why can’t we just work together if/when we’re asking the same questions? 

You don’t have to be into my scene, man. I dig your art just the same. 

There is a lantern in the shape of the moon and clever poses in pictures

In which the moon is held between two hands, 

Suggesting we can harness the light and the tide.

We know that both of those are ridiculous, but the Light

Is so appealing and the effect is so calming, we ask

What else can we do?

Sunset, 5:18 pm

I smell pine and the rapid decline of autumn, sunlight flickering through branches and strobing my mirrors as

Orange cones for clouds slant into angled spikes across a purple and blue sky 

Framed by oxblood and tangerine leaves, an occasional tree insistent with sun-yellow fingers rupturing 

An undulating backroad, easy to coast without acceleration, craning to see parallel streams quietly nod along.

Deep, belly breaths at stop signs, and time slows just enough to augment sounds greater than their usual speaking voice

As I emerge from winding forest and roll back by squeezing a right hand, the smooth clink of left-foot lift readying

For an acceleration that is always a surprise, but more an affirmation that point A and point B

Need each other, the same way we do. The streams turn away from noisy concrete and asphalt, and I reluctantly move away from sunlight and leaves

To lean into corners as night begins to fall