The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418 Message #2729718
Posted By: Amos
23-Sep-09 - 12:34 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
The mists of autumn have visitedour roads and valleys once again, making thick, wet clouds along the roads. Drivers slow carefully and peer nervously. The leaves of trees and the grasses rejoice in relief from too much dry air.
By an hour after sunrise, the fog is gone, the air is bright with sunlight again, but it is clean, as though it has been washed, and cool with the smell of autumn.
Down at the Shores, the waves roll in quietly, thinking about Time. The raucous crowds of summer have dissipated, back to their lime-green halls and books. The beaches are for slower people now, those who reflect, and who pick up after themselves.
All this is ignored by the man in the yellow kayak. He drifts offshore, ignoring the birds and small waves, scribbling notes in a small notebook. He is planning an invasion of Pocatello by Plains Indian warriors, an assault in retribution. He is planning to break the back of supercilious condescension everywhere. It is a big plan, but he knows it must be done. In his heart, he is at peace.