Was strolling the other night, toward the light. Streetlights glare, showing off halos of hair. Walking along Light Street. Knowing something big was about to go down. But as we know, it’s always dependent upon the details and modes of interacting. Once you dig into things so much more gets unearthed. Askings, wantings, new longings – soon all the cards are flipped over. Some players grin, others grind their back teeth and fold. Times like these, it’d be swell to have a button to control time. Just imagine. What a kick it would be. Put the whole world on pause for a week or two. Give a guy a chance to breathe easier for a while. Maybe walk around the block, or go all the way to the edge of town – out where the wild woods begin. Figure out what’s what. In the distance, hearing the ferryboat’s mournful call. Aquatic transport soothes jumpy minds, someone once said to me. Ever notice how you listen differently at night? The air carries whispers like they were shouts. New ways of being first form in one’s mind, then miraculously appear.