Alone in the desert and my car won't start. |
I am here in Mojave, the desert so high and at 9:00 AM I feel like I need to cry. As an amateur traveler I play my part, but the travel has stopped because my car won’t start. Maybe sand from the dunes clogged a manifold port, or perhaps desert heat caused a short of some sort. But whatever the reason I’m static extant and because of that fact I feel I need to rant. O but nay, histrionics will not turn a wheel, and indeed, they would no doubt just add to bad feel. So I leave my sedan in mechanical pout and alone in the desert on foot I set out. My it is vast, the terrain that I see and the sun overhead is ablaze torridly. But now all of a sudden a shadow is thrown by a UFO appearing from the unknown. It is shaped like a disk and is silvery black, (I am prey for the Gray* and on track for attack). Yet I sense a benevolence above my head even though I am woozy and see flashing red. I feel strangely connected and heartily whole and at peace with myself in my heart and my soul. In the glow of red light from a huge UFO my decision is made so I go with the flow. I get back to my car on the vast desert floor and as I turn the key I hear the engine roar. From a single event in my Mojave daze, I now think twice about my impetuous ways. 28 Lines Writer’s Cramp October 13, 2013 *Gray (Grays)...a term given to space aliens. |