There's a surprising amount of noise for all the quiet.
Driving with the windows down, I hear crickets and katydids and cicadas and crickets.
(Did you know an SUV can take truck tires as well as plain old car tires? I did not.)
This SUV has truck tires. I can hear them too.
I hum along with the tires and the bugs and I think This Night Is Heavy.
Reckless.
There was a time when a heavy night equaled
Reckless.
When it signified
Potential.
I don't know why the moon hurtles its chalky orb into the sky with such a quickness now.
Or why it is August again and again and again so fast Too Fast I say.
I look for you who knew me before.
If you could be here now, to know me now
But not a one has come with me from low tide to high.
