for the free spirited

drafted on the night of august twelfth

Driving down a dark road I’ve never seen in my life

I don’t know where I’m going or why I’m going there

Electricity flashes through the cloud in front of me, less than a second after I take the picture.

I’m here for a meteor shower but get a lightning snow instead.

I sit alone. In my car. Crack a bang. It’s gonna be a long night.

It curves and curve and curves

No lines

No light

I am left to my own devices

And the lightning ahead.

Held in the embrace of Mother Earth

Warm

Safe tho the place is unfamiliar

It is

Because it is she

The dark has no worry for me and the night no fear

I prayed. I prayed aloud.

as I drove. Dear Heavenly Father… I’m nervous. This feels in a literal way exactly like life has been metaphorically these last months

And the warm embrace once I had found my destination.

Alone. Worth it?

Definitely.

Waiting for friends… want them here? Not sure.

The first thunder

Again, there’s a certain sort of poetry to being alone. Once you know you don’t have to be.

Held in the cloud the fire is just flashes of light, but breaking free it begins to speak

The mountains behind me can see the rising moon that is yet hidden from me

Honestly I’m dreading it. – whenever they get here.

I love this. I love being alone. I love the light. I love the night.

I hate it when ppl drive by. Their headlights glaring. Where are they going? Why are they going there. Honestly I love them too. As I love all people

But the headlights are annoying.

I hate people that like staying up all night

It’s so silly. So annoying.

The abstinent person’s replacement for alcohol.

Not saying the alcohol drinkers don’t also stay up late…

The ways it manifests. (Thinking of…rebellion, for lack of a better word)

Earrings and energy drinks.

How absolutely beautiful

That my first night with my new car should be such a night as this. In such a place as this. On such an adventure as this.

The blinding sudden flashes

The strike and light moments highlighting the textures and shapes of the clouds

As the lightning breaks out from the cloud so does it’s voice

The ones that belong somewhere in between.

Feeling the condensation starting to build on the roof of my car

As I sit on the sil, feet in, upper out. Don’t tell my brother😊

You can heal you know.

Trauma is real.

But you can heal.

And so I sit up and watch over the night.

Watch the night through.

Haven’t seen many falling stars but the lightning keeps surprising me with its magnificence.

I can now only see the moon from the clouds, the mountains and water behind no longer reflect it.

I love. I am love. I am in love.

The hardy smell of living things is all around me in the air, the gentle breeze…

Moon rays…

Watching the night.

Is it that we are at liberty to watch during the night but in the day we must be doing?

That we stay the night through

I can almost see her, I’m sure of it.

I do not want them to come. I do not want the talk. Disturbing the night. This moment. My night.

I feel grateful every time a car carries on past.

The storm moves behind the mountain. I am left with the growing light of the moon.

Natures spotlight shining true onto the stage of the night sky…

Her technicians, the clouds; her actors, the stars, her audience, the crickets.

The crickets and me.

I don’t know what all the other humans are doing. I’m sure they think it very important… whatever it is.

They are here. I am no longer mad about it.