It would be quiet out here. In the wide green forest, where no electricity intrudes, no city water pumped and filtered for your own good. There is the darkness, the pockets of shadow hiding in the hollows of the trees. The sun creeps below the jagged skyline of treetops and the pockets of shadow spill forth. The sight fails when one looks into the forest, perched on the lone ribbon of road that winds thru here. LIght is swallowed below the trees, and space is made for the night things. Branches creak, and the wind shifts. What noise may come forth to your small human ears, stripped of it’s meaning? We hurry along the road, leaving the dark spaces to the night creatures.
Back to the arms of our false light. The generator burns oil we pulled from the skin of the earth. Light comes forth, from lights perched in the cabin. Back to the small homey space, we can find a beer in the cooler, and a chair in the circle. Leaving the night creatures to the forest, we surroud ourselves with light and cheer.
It could be quiet out there..
Wherever you are, Be There 