Don't go around tonight, well, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise.
The evening started out quite lovely, balmy and warm. It was last weekend as we drove up a hill so I could snap the Full Flower Moon. We parked in a dark back corner of a gas station. Presently, a semi cab parked to the side and rear of us. No one got out and the engine kept running. We thought that was odd, but maybe the truck driver was going to catch a nap. UNTIL about five minutes later when a beat up truck stopped nearby and two shady figures wearing hoodies approached the truck. It was about now that I began to panic. No words were spoken between the hooded men and the driver, just packages exchanged. Have I told you that that this highway is one of the three worst drug dealing corridors in the country?
"Step on the gas!" I told Phil. He asked why. "Because they are going to shoot us!" Phil asked why they would do that. "Because we are witnesses!" Phil calmly explained that I watched too many crime shows and we were better staying where we were and pretending to be clueless. See how steady my hands were? I was an easy target. As we drove home down the highway, the moon and the approaching car looked like two moons. I was glad we were alive to see it.
“I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings. Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?”