Photo from the Ridgefield Patch
Lately, the trees fall down and don’t get up. A graveyard of twigs and leaves still cover the ground from the October nor’easter that whacked our town on its way to the North Pole, which is lovely this time of year.
Polar bears slip and slide on icebergs in the frosty wilderness and take holiday on the south side of the Pole.
Three Polar bears approach the USS Honolulu, 280 miles from the North Pole. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
They can see Russia from their lounge chairs and enjoy watching movies about humans succumbing to suburban pratfalls in the dark. In the suburban wilderness, lights don’t shine at night and lead folks to their doors. Instead, they trip into black holes and fall into morning.
200608 - Assateague - 209803191_57656e6c6b_o - black hole sun - what happened?!?!?! - (by Christian) (Photo credit: Rev. Xanatos Satanicos Bombasticos (ClintJCL))
At 5:30 a.m., the alarm clock rocks the room, as orange slits of light impales the eyes.
Thud, thud, thud is the sound in my head or is it on the access road – kids playing basketball or an idea knocking in my brain. An enormous fruitful idea that I need to squeeze out my ears unless they’re clogged. Then, the ideas flow from the pen I left on the nightstand. Words scrawled in the dark I hope I can read and don’t disappoint me.
After Jim stumbles out of bed into the bathroom for a session of shower shock therapy, the dog migrates to his side and settles on the folds of the comforter left warm from the respite of a night of sleep.
In the country, a surreal air of weightlessness breathes when I breathe. I follow it down the street where sightless sky converges with faux road, that winds uphill past speckled lights in the picture windowed homes.
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Trees that don’t get up and polar bears that see Russia from their lounge chairs sounds so blasphemous Lauren! Your spot on the mountain sounds lovely though.
Thanks. It’s so dark here at night. I might have tripped over a polar bear or two.
Quirky indeed…. fun read… and they may be able to see Russia from their lounge chairs, but can they see Russia from their house?
I’m glad you enjoyed it. I think polar bears live in iceboxes. : ) Really big iceboxes.
This is lovely, Lauren. I love the image of slipping into black holes and falling into morning, and “In the country, a surreal air of weightlessness breathes when I breathe.” Beautiful.
We are lucky to live on such mountaintops.
Thank you, Jayne.
Sometimes the black holes are dog shit.
Yes, but “I slipped in dog shit and fell in the morning,” isn’t anywhere near as poetic. 😉
I thought I sorta knew where you lived. Do you live in Alaska? Or am I russian to the wrong concussion?
Nah, you’re russian to the wrong concussion. I physically live in Connecticut, but I mentally travel the world. And sometimes end up in Alaska and Mars. Same difference. Not that there’s anything wrong with Mars.
Lauren, this post is awesome. I love your mind trips! I can go everywhere the same way.
Thank you. It’s the only vacation I’ve had in a while.
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