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