when yoda and the coyotes

are singing with the racoons

At the head of the lake after riding all day, Jed lit a smoke, Zeke cracked a beer and a sigh unfurled from deep within me. 

The lake was glass. Now warmer than the air tails, tails of mist curled upward while leaving no trace on the lakes surface. 

As the last light of the twilight switched to darkness, sparks of stars played peekaboo with us amongst the clouds. The plump pumpkin moon blazed so brightly behind the moist curtains blocking the heavens, it was as though it were shouting out: I’m here too! Take a good look buddy! 

There we were, the three of us and the mocking moon.

No red lights.

No stop signs.

No line ups.

No bills.

No traffic.

No cell service.

No text.

No email

No antisocial media

zip.

We were pretty disconnected from the rest of the world. 

But we were not alone.

Night noises in the wilderness are wonderful.

First there were the deer - many many deer.

Their sound was surprising. I had not heard so many deer making such a ruckus.

(if you’ve never heard the calls of deer, check this out)

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