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by Danny James

Dusk is falling over the prairie and what wild colours and tranquility ensue. Overcome with peace and gratitude, seeking now nothing further have I crossed as far as I mean this fine evening, and will lie here to the Earth with the rarefied equanimity of the occasion. Travellers know this, too, the stars; that tomorrows are no place to lay ones head-filled dreams. When ones bliss is found, how higher fares to hold so little attraction. How far I have come, what troubled days behind. That here should I think on them in this place and splendour where shall I pass but once. I know not where hereafter will I pause, nor what great adventure or adversity there anticipates me, and it matters none. The experiencing is the juice of the thing, not the knowing. The span as ever, it provokes. Goads me always further toward what ordinary things may in the horizon hide. I think on the faces I have met and leave behind to the ever diminishing edge and it is enough to know that they wish me well, and I them as we make our own ways dispersed as stars burning and convulsing an imperial appetency and dazzling like jewels strewn across a black ocean. O happy hazard, liberty laden chance. There is a rush in randomness, a certain excitement in the living by accident that inspires the blood and gives a freshened youth to all ones days. Only a man out of mind can only calm find on such an evening as this. The sun descends of its perch and will not for branch or cloud, its last light suppress. It gives to the last, as I must. While I lay in the grass, a gentle wind of Natures interest brushes the field making waves that go on and on for many miles of quiet tides across the land. She has stopped alike, interviewing me with playful intrigue and all is well.

-2008