Tonight clouds crawled across a yellowed musk moon over the water tower near Louisville, tiny red insignificant light on top seeming blood shot under the rust moon, signifying its loneliness over the plains. There are few things more comforting than a dark two lane highway surrounded by night, the sprawl of unseen land on all sides absolutely closed down in the thick of it. We parked the car near the river's edge and walked past a lonesome unpopulated riverside diner with unseen red neon sign buzzing OPEN to the river, current of which moving rapidly east towards the Nebraska Iowa border. Now home, before bed, reflecting on lunch counters in lone dot mean-towns just past the Nebraska Colorado state line. Nothing is truly lost, seems all regains itself in time to the point where even death is a weak competitor next to the heart beating out time in my chest, the million or so regular unthought of beats per eternity.
Time for bed, can barely keep my eyes open.
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