Attendance

photo by joeball

What happens to a ride deferred?  Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Apparently not, at least in this data set; what happens, according to the latest findings, is that it waits patiently for its time to come and then, like some sort of temporal chrysalis, emerges from the wings in full summer glory laughing aloud at its own exceeded premonitions.

The upside of having an idea is that you can imagine; on the other hand, it’s great to be surprised.  Nevertheless, even when you know where you’re going, getting there involves the unexpected.  Case in point: the trail on which you forecast to exit turns into the perfect ingress, one that pulls the rabbit of the park right from the top hat of dusk before your unbelieving eyes.

You gotta have faith in Beacon; it’s hard to believe that the end will arrive and evolve into something else but it does and there you are with nothing to do but forget about destinations until everything else arrives.

That’s what happens when the dream comes true except that it’s bicycles rather than spaceships and lather.

The moon really shouldn’t be so immense and it’s crazy to let it be bright enough to bend light on the horizon, but that’s what Nature does on her summer break.  Surely, even she has to roar at the synchronicity of human moons mirroring the one in heaven, so much milky whiteness and tidal power!

Our planet’s satellite looks exactly the same (even if it’s invisible) at exactly the same time all over the globe; you can use it, therefore, to send messages to people anywhere in the world; clearly, one such communication conveyed by this lunacy is how blessed we are to be dancing half (or more) naked in this luminous sea.

Billions of years after opening night the moon still dazzles; paradoxically, a decade or so into this cycle, it’s the show-stopper that makes the show go.