After the movie they re-enter the Spring haze of the 9 PM prairie, a rampant fecundity. In the car he disengages the air conditioner before the first stop sign. Moist evening air blows in instantly. It's cool enough outside. Cool. Real. They pull out of town and drive east toward the moon, sleeping on its purple-blue bed, just above newly seeded fields. Now it's clear. The night will arrive.
By the time he parks the car in the garage they step out of the its electronic glow and, wide-eyed, crave what daylight remains. They walk to the flower bed, still barren. They discuss the deep green lawn and the ravages of winter. They understand now, without words, that the premature evening of the film, has stolen something that only the oncoming dark may return.
Ride report
in: 12'C wind 20 ks NE
out: 19'C wind 35 ks NNE
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