Mid-September Evening

On the roadside a few hours past sunset listening to the sound of the motor turning in the truck. Truck headlamps shining out in front of two dirt tracks and a strip of green between. On my left a wire fence attached to wooden posts firmly entrenched in the ground. Barb wire on top of the fence. Beyond is a meadow covered by 3 feet of evenly laid fog, a pure white blanket shining in the moonlight. Beyond the fog-carpeted meadow three blue mountains stand in the distance, their lines curving against the sky, darker than sky though, opaque. Beyond those three blue mountains are two more blue mountains, darker still, bluer still, even more opaque and mysterious. The fragile moon cuts lines of light down from the heavens and as always, I am standing on the roadside....watching.