@Shadow,
i am sorry this took so long..
it needed a long moment of needing to pay attention to nothing else, because injustice is done to some experiences when they are conveyed merely as a collection of details..
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O God, i wish i remembered names....
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November (?) 2016..
en route to the Slabs..
the Library..
or was it.. april ?
april... i think april..
heading down to pick up
@NatashaVelvet & do some early prep for the Jambo..
april.. maybe even March..
Cold.. cold & full of wind & Grey like the Ocean & Sky are ripping Vengeance
from
Each Other..
heading down CA 1, water thrashing upon all that exists..
Grey
& goddamned fucking cold...
open the window, or step out to piss & the Air assails your warmth, like either hate or love, dragging its chill into your marrow to replace what you are,
with Her..
somewhere above Cambria there is a lighthouse.. a research station..
it is grey..
even the grass is fucking grey --
& the Rain,
Commanding all Light..
i, too, am grey..
& huddling before the grey lock of the grey chain of the grey gate with a grey bike & long, straggling, grey-brown hair is some poor bastard huddled over a basket, struggling in a grey fucking poncho, and looking forlornly towards the lighthouse that the Sea is Threatening...
i pass & wonder.. "is that one a hostel, too?? is he waiting for it to open? does he have a flat? why the FUCK would anyone be stationary in the goddamned open in weather like this???"
i turn around...
cold.. the wind is fucking cold..
... rain, thrown like a nasty child throws gravel against cars..
cold enough to fucking kill you, and that is something that can be said without poetry or cursing...
cold enough
to kill you.
i pull up
& this son of a bitch is dying.
the van is packed..
i have shit going to the library.. chairs, 3 coffee tables.. some kitchen shit.. not to mention my tools, kitchen gear, etc.. i literally cannot stick my head more than perhaps a foot behind my neckrest, if that..
& he is near hypothermia, grey to his fucking bones, almost, and he
begins
Pleading...
O christ...
i thought i was just going to give him help with a flat or some such..
& the Rain is honestly killing Things...
he points at his bike, then points at the van & i say "my van is entirely full.. i don't think we can get your bike in..."
& then... then..he clasps his hands in front of me, points to the van & drops to his knees, soundless...
i am wondering "???" & then he points to his ears & his mouth & shakes his head..
i am like "o shit." & begin a physical assessment of the situation..
he has his bike, his backpack & a basket up front..
the first thing he does is he pulls from the basket a small bundle..
he pulls back the towel around it, and it is a shivering, scared, beautifull little chihuahua..
he places her in the passenger footwell, & we begin figuring things out..
Rain, motherfucker..
sideways, because the Wind is proclaiming what She is, today..
but we have work to do, so fuck her ass...
god, it is cold..
not -50 F, like goddamned fucking north dakota in goddamned fucking january, drying the very water out of your goddamned lungs, but.. like the ocean trying to reach out & drown whatever it can...
or merely becoming more, & by not caring, says *exactly* what she is...
shit the Fishermen have learned to both Love & Curse, but before which we are nearly naked, & of little more substance than the little dog, huddling into her own warmth, finally, sheltered from the terror not only of grey, but against the loss of her puppy..
we fight with the back doors & that is a no-go.. too much shit piled up to enter from the rear, no matter what we pull & push around..
the side door is piled even higher, & we are like idiots on a skiff, trying to pack shit away, merely so we can hold on a bit better, rather than actually answer to my greed to keep this shit...
shove, yank, swear..
we pull off the front wheel...
yes!
the fork goes in.. then the frame!
we are fucking in!!!
there is no heat in the van & she leaks like hell has eaten a hole into her, but we are out of the fucking rain, and on our way...
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