Just in time

I don’t remember driving over the bridge or through the canopy of pines that shade the mountain road. I don’t recall the warmth radiating from the sun as streams of light coursed through branches of majesty. I know I had to have driven around the bend that rambles around the lake where the sunlight sheds its sparkle on the water, but somehow, I failed to notice. I didn’t smell the scent of pine as I passed the logging camp where freshly cut trees lay bare across moss and moist ground, or hear the honking of Seagulls as they flew overhead.

I had somehow made the journey from there to here subconsciously until, in a sudden burst of reality and in a twinkle, I became earthbound. I realized that I had somehow missed the waking dream that surrounded me, and as I arrived near the mound of shucked Oyster shells a glimmer touched the periphery of my vision and blinked me completely out of my spell.

Alert for the last leg of the trip home, I took the curve around the Marina and saw a Buck run across the road. He was in his own world and hadn’t noticed my approach. We had been oblivious, that Buck and I, as if in a daze, knowing the path of our respective journeys by instinct until something for some reason snapped us out of our subconscious and into the light. Just in time to save us both…………