It's really more of a blargh.

Friday, November 12, 2010

"Lumberton", 5:55 a.m.

The acid-ochre sunrise.  The friendly pit bull mix.  The not-so-friendly shepherd mix.  The glowing warmth from the lamps of early-morning trailer dwellers.  Sleepy-eyed drivers at the helm of lazily-turning log trucks.  The fragrant steam from the sawmill.

The unfortunate former cat in the bushes, roadside.  The squirrel that came out of absolutely nowhere.  The security light shadowing the horses' barn.  The aroma of meat smoking at the smalltown grocery. The rustle of umber leaves.  Their syrupy smell as i crush them underfoot.

The calm in my limbs as I climb the next hill. 

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