Whitby

Anyone going this Halloween? I'd like to ask a favour...

When the fox crosses the river first, the chicken isn't going well

A milestone idea you know, step out from the porch into the rain. Dark clouds. Heavy black and pendulous. It's cold. Sleek down the skin as it soaks through your clothes. No sign of thunder, its just rain, rain, rain; flowing over your bare skin as you stand on cold pavement. It's like a shock, a shock until the tangled flappings bring you surfing onto the plateau of reality. Damn, and noone ordered the donuts?
Speaks a lot for it I can tell you, too slow, too slow, but a needle faster, get into position. The starters gun waiting as you meld with the situation and let it come one... one... two... three. Backwards. An echo through the air. The retort comes back to your ears before you've even moved.
Now. Go.
This is the moment.
Pull everything from the lazy torpor of anticipation and fly, sing into the air on wings brought from the moment.
Out in the clouds the world turns.
One giant m and m underneath you. Nourishment, entertainment.
The eagle has landed.
Now look at it.
Is everything....

Moments... lost.

I can feel the silence, above the random chatter of mouths and radio, the blank silence that swallows, denies our existence as we squabble in a petty circle around a burning hydrogen resource.
Insert intelligent physics comment here.
Pause.
Shrug those shoulders and watch the stars.

Feel a moment’s humility, at least