courtesy call

for over 16 weeks now, someone has been calling me at least twice a day, leaving messages that first disturbed me, frightened me because the only sound i could make out was heavy breathing. but today i noticed other ambient qualities, a subtle harmonic, a Northerly accent. How could I not recognize the voice of my friend, the North Wind, reminding me of its arrival?? A courtesy call. When I played the messages in reverse, I could hear the words, “I just wanted to let you know that I might be running a little late, but I’m on my way. I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” I thought this was very considerate.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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