What’s on your mind?

The places I love the most have a promontory.

I used to sit on the vacant lifeguard chairs in the night-time fog of the late summer night of Narragansett, RI. The fishing boats would pass in the channel close to my perch.

I would sleep in my car and awaken a few hours later to watch the sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean. These times, these mornings there by myself I knew everything would be right.

Maybe our thoughts were echoing with each other, maybe they passed each other like the training exercises of the F-16 fighter pilots who roar from the runway close to my office; rattling windows, engines growling with anger and fury as they punctuate the Texas sky. (I forget about the purpose and environmental issues of such planes and remember to be in awe of the speed and grace at which they fly.)

Here I have no promontory. Well, maybe I do now that I think of it. I watch the sun rise over the runways of an Air Force base where the insanely huge C-5′s are parked.

Do you ever think your thoughts and mumbled questions into the quiet of the cold night ever reach listening ears? I wonder about that sometimes. I wonder if maybe a discarded idea of mine finds its way into a mind that uses it better making it into a good plan or delicate prose of poignant delivery and noble ideals.

What’s in your mind, muttered from your lips upon this perch from which you survey hither and yon?