yesterday i took a little detour from the interstate on my way back from work. Ambushed the twirling roads, the cds in the door pockets of my car jittering, the little blue evil eye repeller bouncing, and the green hills rolling. i did not know there were hills in that area. portishead crooning. i opened the moon roof and the sun filtered in. there was lots of corn too. what was it, that sting song? fields of gold. More like a greenish version of gold. but it's true that in that moment everything was dancing...the cd's the evil eye thing my little monster of a car the corn portishead and the green missouri hills. and i did not want to reach wherever it was i was supposed to reach...i was content winding my way around the tiny road with the sun on my cheek and the wind blowing my hair straight into my mouth and my tongue trying to spit it out..one of those gargantuan "libellules" (i do not know the english word but this french word describes it perfectly) almost made its way into the car through the roof and i almost panicked but it whirred by like those little toys you buy in the supermarket, its enormous wings glinting in the distance.
i finally reached the (big) countryhouse with the elongated deck, wrinkled swimmingpool and "mowing" neignbour. i walked up, a bottle of wine in each hand, with slight trepidation because i wasn't sure why i was really invited.