So tell me: are you a car sitter? Why? I get it if you are early for an appointment. It’s more relaxing to sit alone in the comfort of your car than a germ riddled waiting room full of coughers, smokers, and dopers. But I see these people that I feel like sit in their car for extended periods every time they get in their car. I mean, I like Maggie a lot, but I don’t wanna hang out in her. I want to go places—fast—but not just…sit there. Unless I’ve caught one of my favorite songs on the radio, which is unlikely, since I rarely listen to the radio.

Are they evading responsibilities of family? Kind of hiding, saying, “I’m still at the store,” which technically isn’t a lie. Even though they could have left fifteen minutes prior. Do they not worry about being approached by unsavory characters? I don’t like to idle. I feel exposed in parking lots. Somebody could slash your tires, rendering you immobile, then slash your throat.

Nope. And I don’t even watch true crime shows.

Anyway. Just something I’ve observed that I don’t understand. The list is long of things I study on but never come any closer to figuring out.

Chapman Highway is still riddled with potholes. For every one they fix three come to its funeral. There’s a deep one at the Wye. And today I passed a car, just past it, sitting on a rim. I am unsure if the two were related but odds are good. At any rate, it was one of those days it was a relief to get home amongst the tailgaters and recklessness.

Full moon tonight and it’s really something. I just hope it lets me sleep. Currently drinking a glass of wine to help ensure a few zzz’s. And rubbing Chess’ ears always helps relax me. This poor dog sure endures a lot of that. I’m not sure I’d be so accommodating if I were in his….paws. I still owe him a trip somewhere for National Love Your Pet Day or whatever the heck it was.

Cold bright moon of February 
Proud and bold
Drawing oceans
Changing hearts
Questioning minds
Awake in your dreams
Behind glass
Not untouchable 
But everything will break
And you’ll have to cross it
Barefoot
And alone
Reaching eventual peace
And happiness
Brighter than the sun
And sparkling
But darkness in between

Last night is catching up to me. I might select another writing prompt for tomorrow so you don’t hafta endure my rambling of the mundane same ol’ thang. ‘Cause it’s just Chester Hair Eradication Day.

Love and moonlit nights from Appalachia,

~Amy