Old New Points of View

Walked a new path through the setting sun & twilight down by the Montlake cut tonight. Can not believe how much wildlife this city holds. There were Blue Herons abounding, fingerling fish leaping like mad, bats, and that silky beaver suddenly swimming straight toward me the moment I stopped fanning the internal whirlwind of mindchatter and just stood still.

There is also an avenue of institutional boats on a lonely wooden dock that no one loves as their own at night. You can clambor on board and practice your knots and rigging and all your points of sail. You can clambor on board and just rock with the water and watch the stream of lights cascading over the bridge. You can clambor on board and let the nearby shadows and silohuettes wash over you darkly like memory. Nobody is there. Nobody will stop you. As the world dissolves into twilight, you can shelter there, under the perfect tents of the sail covers, You can rock to sleep on those lonely boats... dreaming you are exactly where you want to be.