The rain woke me up.
There wasn’t any more of it.
The hypnotizing background, white-noise of raindrops on my rooftop ceased.
And the silence of the rain woke me.
The sun was comin’ up.
Nobody was stirring.
I remembered the sparkles of light near where I thought I remembered the yellow truck was as I walked into the compound the day before.
I went to the window. And sure enough. There was the yellow truck. Right in the spot where the flashes were the night before.
It was early. And like I said, nobody was stirring after a late night’s revelry. I felt I should take the chance and wander over and see what the yellow truck “had to say”.
I could always say I was just stretchin’ my legs w/ a brisk, good morning walk.
Curiosity was forefront in my mind after Wilson’s comment. I had to get to the bottom of things.
And for some reason, instinct told me, “the sooner, the better.”
My little friend might be in need of my help.
Off I went.
But,
very quietly.
BSOT
Ian
me, the Dalai Lama & Jack Nicholson 