The Benchy Rides Again

The Moon had started to rise and it was an absurd shade of red at the horizon. People had gathered along the beach as seemed to be their nightly tradition. I saw more people than I had expected. When I started the journey I was sure that I would manage to avoid people at the outset of my voyage, that the beach would be deserted, I have no idea why I thought this. If I had a cozy little house on park point, I would make sure to watch the moon rise every night. 

In the low light of moonrise people blended in to the background, and constantly I was coming upon someone that I hadn't known was there. A group of moon-worshipers were gathered by the grass looking like great black sticks stood up in the sand. It occurred momentarily that I might know them, I thought for sure that these were people familiar to me in one way or another, and I almost went over to them, luckily there was a reasonable voice in my mind that told me that I should not, and sure enuff as I got closer it became apparent that not only did I not know these people but they were some harmless brand of monster. Their leader seemed to have a forehead that protruded wildly while his jowls remained tight and pushed upward, as if drawn in by the gravity of his forehead.

also there were a group of (seemingly) unsupervised children swimming in the surf, which was thrashing unpleasantly/ultrapleasantly against the shore. they were the only people I saw who stuck out, and seemed to be glowing white. I saw them a long way off.

At some point I checked my phone, I told myself not to, but I did it anyway, it proved to be wildly entertaining. My very own star right here in my hand, and too bright to deal with in any conventional sense, I took it out on occasion to reassure myself. So bright. So bright. I too it out I put it away. I stopped myself eventually to try and conserve dwindling battery supply, and suddenly realised that I had been pushing myself to an absurd pace. I was really on a mission, and I didn't like it. Yes charming as it may have been as an idea, even in my state I knew that it was important to not go to the end of park point. What a terrible idea! Yet I couldn't talk myself out of it, and went on and on like a man obsessed. Eventually I presented myself with a bait and switch. TACO JOHNS! yes if I had Taco Johns, and a Friend to share it with I could certainly stop this absurdity. 

I took my phone back out and dialed a Friend that I don't get a chance to see that often, J-dog some people call him. I used my absurd voice (it was a totally crazy voice you know) and called the man up, speaking foolishness. I can't remember the specifics, but I know I didn't make much sense. I did manage to get across that I would like to go to Taco Johns with him, and that I was on a spirit quest, before my phone went dead....

TO BE CONTINUED