Season Finaly

Listen to: Astronaut by Beach House while reading

Preface:

Originally this set of blog entries were going to be stretched over two additional posts giving me just enuff time to reveal my motive for this spirit voyage, and escape the landslide of reprocutions.

And now the conclusion:

I walked across this wide-open field, that I knew would be there, but was still a revelation. Just outside the illuminated section people seemed to be dancing and singing, it’s hard to say if they were, because it’s hard to say what party I had accidently crashed. If I had been walking the holy path to see the spirit, I had just strayed. But the grass felt cool and exhilarating under my feet and I had to wonder why the sand that was so uneven and so frustrating could be more holy than the grass.

            The music hadn’t been nearly as close as I had thought. I was actually shocked that I had heard it over the surf, as it filtered through the trees. I had come far enuff now to be closer to Wisconsin than MN, and the blues music I had been hearing was actually coming from across the bay. I stood on the grass and listened for sometime, somehow, expecting friends to appear in every passing car. It was during this time that my phone battery had somewhat recovered, and I began harassing nearly everyone I know into coming and spending time with me, and bringing me Taco Johns. I had given up on giving up, and kept walking. I did stop often taking the opposite pace that I had taken on the first leg of the voyage. A song would strike me as particularly fantastic and I would sit on the bay beaches my texting growing in it’s feverish necessity. As the Blues got more red, and fireworks suddenly erupted in the sky, I sat and tried to regain a handle on my portable phone, it’s working suddenly subverted/perfected with it’s transformation into a star.

            As the fireworks ceased, (and these were fantastically literal fireworks) so did my fascination with my phone, my trip had reached climax and it was time to keep on jogging towards the goddess in the lake as long as I had the eyes to see her. However I had now shifted gears and a swim sounded important, just as important to enjoy this fantastic world. I headed again for the holy path, intent on a baptism. As I rejoined the beach I saw another shifting figure on the sand, and stared at it walking towards it trying to assimilate it’s spiritual meaning… however this apparition returned my stare, and I soon altered my path to avoid stepping in the midst of what turned out to be a flesh and blood human couple.

I walked a short way down the beach (possibly too short) and striped bare, and walked out into the incredible world of the lake. The waves were cold but inviting and they embraced me like a hundred frogs. I couldn’t help myself but to scream in delight and sensation; the stars were above, and how could I not?  I went out too far, and the voices of caring friends came to mind, “how dangerous” they said. “how dangerous” so I cut things short, besides I had left my burden and my boots on the shore.  A fish nibbled my thigh and I let out another shriek of mirth; the stars were above, and how could I not?

I returned to the beach and refused to re administer my clothing, and made a bundle of sorts and threw my burden over my shoulder, heading for solid ground. I walked free and naked for while. When I did pull my clothes back on the urgency of getting to my destination hit my hard and my boots took their place on my feet again, and I ran through dark woods on a well worn path, and then slowly less worn, then the path was gone and I made my way. The darkness was incredible and made my heart race, in the distance the last few songs were playing and I thought I saw the end.

A low concrete structure seemed to be holding the point together, making it manageable . I wished for something similar, I thought to myself this is surely the point! I rushed to meet it, and disappointment, if only momentary, this was not the end, but it was a hard concrete path to the end. I walked along the sea wall for what seems like a very long time before it stopped holding things together and merely became a walkway for me into the lake. It stretched some 20 meters to a none functional beacon of some sort and a platform… I walked steadily as my trip came to an end, and my voyage too.

I reached the end and whispered into the darkness the vital message that I had carried with me all that way… “Goodbye Duluth!”

Afterward:

I am still here, my goodbye was a little preemptive maybe, but I had intended. And I still will, as soon as I finish a fat commission that has come my way, Unless Duluth, the jealous mistress, has something else up her sleeve.