May 03 2009
A walk in the rain
I woke with the taste of cotton in my mouth and laughter in my head. My mind a blank page with no black on it. It was raining, I waited for it to stop and then I paddled to shore. Ducked in the coffee shop and got a cup, sat, and looked at a blank page. White. No words on it. I sat. Nothing. I closed the laptop in disgust, put the back pack on my shoulder , then put on the parka, and went for walk in the rain.
Climbed the steps of the lighthouse. Paused on each level and looked out on the harbor. Continued up the spiral staircase. I could feel the history inside, I stood next to the Fresnel Lens and looked out the glass. Moved to look out the red sectors that marked the danger. Looking at the lens itself in awe. A man with a vision thought this up. He took several prisms, different sizes, stacked them together to make a powerful lens that can turn the glow of an oil lamp into a sword of light that shots out 13 miles to sea. Awesome. A man took grains sand and made the prisms. Works of art, things of beauty. I stood at the light and looked out across the harbor towards Emmanuelle, and wished Sylvester the Cat were here to see this view. I descended the steps to the bottom, and kept walking south in the rain.
I got to the boardwalk, and watched the rain hit the river, stood and watched, and thought the Directionally Challenged Yankee Fan would like this view. Stayed there for a few more minuets and the rain stopped again. So I walked on. Kept walking south. Started to walk past the Tiki Bar and thought better of it.
I went in and climbed on a bar-stool and ordered a Red Stripe. I thought of the Almighty Web Master who is at home taking care of two sick ones, The Child and The Master Chemist, and I wondered how they were.
I finished my beer and started walking north back to the kayak. Thought about stopping and plugging in, but feared no words would come to me today. I went to the beach head and stood. I thought of when of a dear friend made a comment about one of my blogs being very reflective. That comment stuck with me, and I kept second guessing my words, not wanting to be too reflective. I said something about it and the Decorus Inferus Campana, replied “Get over it.” I looked at the kayak, and walked back to the coffee shop. Sat and plugged in, and looked at a blank screen, all white, no words. I looked at the keyboard and closed eyes. And those words my Decorus Inferus Campana said “Get over it” filled my head, and I did. And I wrote.
It was a wonderful day in the rain for me. As I sit here and tell you all of my day, I wonder, how is your day? Feel free to email at Emmanuelledrifting@gmail.com and tell me. I’d like to know more about the people I write for everyday……
