“Look at that thing, my god, it looks so awesomely beautiful – power and energy mixed in a fury of doom”.
I kept looking at it – hanging in the sky like some giant black megalithic alien spacecraft hoovering above. Oh yeah people – this thing is the most bad-ass cloud formation I have ever seen – this son of a bitch could build the pyramids in 10 or 12 seconds (I almost believe those ancient alien lunatics theorists) –– Back lit by the burning summer sun rising above a smooth gradient of filtered perfect greyness-Whao! Are you friggin kidding me! – I keep looking and looking. I am mesmerized.
A cat looking at a beam of light on the wall under the influence of powerful nip – I am awestruck.
And this was before I drove under it.
Hail and oblivion in a staccato beat of thunder and mayhem pounding the crap out of my little van. I thought I was going to roll over – I am trying to figure out what I brace against to survive intact – there is nothing – keep the seatbelt and 4 ways on parked right here and let it pass over.
It got less
It got a little brighter
And I drive through leaves and tree limbs all covered in fresh storm hail-ice on the road.
That was intense – kick ass and potent. A shot of tequila with a bull ride gone bad – Wow!
I am good – all is good – we got through it.
This storm did not get me, but it got me. (does that make sense?)
That was one adventure stuck in my mind from this week.
I am not a car guy – I have no interest in cars – classic cars, vintage cars, car races, cars have no foothold in my conscious.
On the highway I hear this sound behind me. A sound that stood out from all the other roaring sounds associated with frantic commutes.
Like a symphony of melodious engine noise – I have never heard anything like it.
Then it passed me or should I say –gently restrained itself to not knock me from my lane as it slid by.
It was red and sleek (I mean sleek like a snake, but not a lame garden snake, a ripped-from-the-jungle-and-angry-about-it snake!) – a Union Jack decal perfectly splashed across the entire back window – it had the word Lotus —-yeah LOTUS on the back.
I am not a car guy, I did not know —- I am thinking who makes Lotus? – maybe English looking at the flag? Was that David Beckham driving by me? David Beckham would drive something like that.
OK – A car got me – I see the attraction by those of my gender now .
I get it.
After these two events – “Black” by Pearl Jam comes on the radio and it sounds great. I am not a fan of the band, merely writing them off as ok, you know, better than Rush, I never enjoyed a song by them. I think Eddie Vedder had something to do with Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog- great jam that …but Pearl Jam, blahhhhh—no, not now —this song is full of fury and angst – this is great stuff.
I do not wish to know what it is about – You don’t need to know the source of a fire to be warmed by it. We don’t need to know every single friggin’ detail!!! Music can move you in an abstract way. You place your own emotions on those that are coming at you….it works. I love this song – it got me.
Perfect 7 Iron
I played golf for the first time in a year – I used to love golf. The battle with yourself played over peaceful landscapes and a few friends. It does not get much better. But, I have not been able to play – and worse than that, my mind had revolted against the game to the point that I could not even stomach to watch The British Open – I have walked down the 18th fairway at St Andrews – I love/hate golf!
Then on #17 “Sentinel” as the hole is named – After a weak drive – I hit a “perfect 7 iron”, It flew high and with an authority of trajectory that only a golfer can understand. It made my heart flutter. What makes it special was that I could have taken the safe route and punched a 5 iron around the corner (which, believe me, I would have done 99% of the time) – not now – now we tempt fate and go over the edge of the trees!
Today we drink from the full tankard of the gods or we go thirsty.
Today we live!
It got me.
Unfortunately, I completely botched the hole when on the green, missing a very make-able 3 footer for par, which led to missing a 4 footer for bogey, and tapping in for a pathetic double. (the greens were angry my friend).
It makes me feel good knowing that this is written for me and that only a few brave souls will make it to the end of this long post with no fancy image to captivate.
Cheers from the cave! What a couple days I had!