North of the House:
From a distance the lights
looked
slightly surreal but as one (read: I) got closer the artifice
became apparent. The music, or soundtrack of any
sort, was not
just
inadequate but entirely absent. A few people awkwardly dressed milled about;
a few occasional
halfhearted woohoos
drifted…
You may have surmised I was not impressed.
You may have surmised I would rather
dance
in the kitchen than eat my dinner hot anyway.
I had, however, removed the wasp nest and seen two
owls take flight.
The day was completed if not complete.
Oh, reminiscence. How I haven’t missed you.
