Summer and the Moon of Justice
Anxiety. I’m fine. Not worried. Oh? Kate asked. Yep. I’m ok.
Got all the way down Shadow Mountain and part way to Aspen Park when I realized. Uh oh. No lab order. Had to turn around, drive back home, fish the order of its yellow file folder and message Quest Labs that I would not make the appointment on time.
Realized I was leaning forward into the steering wheel, trying to will myself there, eliminate the drive. Just be there. Get it over with. Jaws clenched a little.
When I got into my I witness and I wait mode, I calmed down. Drove peacefully. Until. When I exited Hwy 470 at Bowles, I stopped with the other cars at the light, waiting to get onto Bowles. The light turned green, the other cars left. My engine wouldn’t turn over. What? I fussed, wondering WTF?
Then. Oh, I see. I’d turned the car off when I stopped. Well, hell. More at stake here than my consciousness owned.
An irregular funnel shaped cloud, gray, with thick feathers of white shooting out from it to the north and a cumulus cloud, white like Ivory snow behind it, hung in front of me as I drove down Bowles. It had rain coming down out of the funnel’s spout though it was all alone in that sector of the sky. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Made it with no other intimations of my own anxiety or unusual natural occurrences.
