I have watched old TV shows like Night Court and the Cosby Show, always a winner.

Being out in the oilfield the other day I stopped and noticed a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time ...maybe it's the weather or the way the sky was but I had the most nostalgic feeling, one that goes back to a strange way I looked at things as a child. I was sort of placed in a feeling that everything lay just beyond that endless horizon that covered the sky before me.

 
Grey clouds moved fast over head like buffalo and in the distance I saw whirlwinds kicking up dust that seemed like it could gather in storm but never would, just strange Mars-like winds tossing up dust. The fields lasted forever giving me the feeling that if I was to head in any direction it would take me forever to reach anything.


It was like the whole earth I was seeing was just stuck in magic hour. A silent calm that almost makes you want to scream into the air or just sit and let everything swallow you with the intense distance of how far everything in the world is from you.


This was the wonderful moment of isolation I was looking for.


I stay covered in oil and mud. I work and must keep moving. The sun was out and although there were chill winds blowing I got sun burned, the first time in a long time. I felt shipwrecked and like that was some profound feeling, like my body could carry me no further than to rest here in these fields.


This nostalgic feeling didn’t last. Like everything it was ephemeral.


Today I ate the best enchiladas I have had in way too long.


Peace

 

 

COMPARATIVE LIT Excerpt from Alexander Pope's "An Essay on Criticism" A little learning is a dangerous thing Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. Tired at first sight with what the muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take nor see the lengths behind But more advanced behold with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise! So pleased at first the towering Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales and seem to tread the sky, The eternal snows appear already passed And the first clouds and mountains seem the last. But those attained we tremble to survey The growing labors of the lengthened way The increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, Hills peep o'er hills and Alps on Alps arise!