6:00 AM.
I woke.
No alarm needed – just me.
I got up and drew the curtains. Looked out toward the little mini pass where Wilson’s Tardis was supposed to be.
Where I thought it was going to be.
And the fog pointed the way.
A fogbank had settled into the little notch where I was heading in a couple hours.
Might seem like a bit of an oxymoron – the fog pointing the way.
But,
Déjà vu.
Ya see, this morning, just like the morning I awoke to the last fog and everyone was gone,
I knew the fog was exactly where I needed to go. Right dab smack into the middle of it.
And for some a priori reason, I just knew, once I got into it, Wilson’s Tardis would show itself.
I just knew it.
(Or so I, wanted to know it.)
BSOT Ian
me, the Dalai Lama & Jack Nicholson 