Light Transport. It’s a 6.

With David Byrne riding shotgun, I was indeed behind the wheel of a large automobile. Eat your heart out Doc Brown, won’t be needing 1.21 gigawatts in this baby, she’s powered by something not so quantifiable.

Life had recently made beaucoup left turns – career taking a dive off La Quebrada, promptly swept out to sea in a wave of finality, favorite hoodie swiped from my locker at the gym, current l’amour de ma vie announcing he got a job promotion taking him out of the country and “no, I’d rather you not come with me”.  Friends would tell me “meditate! take yoga! do tai chi!” and I was almost convinced one of those activities might be the one to help me navigate the craters currently appearing in life’s highway, almost. A good night’s sleep is probably what I needed even though I counted myself among those who proclaimed sleep was overrated while they filled their coffee mugs 5 too many times in a day but after last night, call me converted because it was the deepest, most comfortable and restful sleep I’d ever experienced with dreams so vivid I would swear they were real!

Making the right turn off of Pt. Judith Road onto the Galilee Escape Road, a deserted 2 lane, 2 mile strip of blacktop ending at the coastline and Galilee Salt Pond Harbor, I open the car windows, the rush of salt air quickly cleansing me of uncertainty, it’s summer warmth welcome embrace as I feel a presence beside me, within in me, all around me, of something wondrous and magical and…