Kimball,
Nebraska
The
Superstars Around Me
This
morning, like most mornings, I’m walking under the superstars, the actual
stars. I’m alone with them, so it seems. Traffic is nil at this hour, 3:00 a.m.
I have good company with the stars that shine brightly and watch over me.
Once
these dazzlers start to dissolve with the sun’s awakening about 4:15 a.m., a
fresh new batch of superstars appear, but first, with sound. Multiple birds—meadowlarks,
doves, red-winged black birds, and a dozen more unknown to me—present
themselves in full glory, in body and sound.
When
it’s time for them to lull, as the sun intensifies, then a new group of
superstars take over. My feet are happy with them.
There
is one more set of companions that are with me each day. And that is the group
of trains that pass by me. They are operative at any hour and since the highway
I’m on is laid out next to train tracks, I feel like I have the train cars, the
engine, cargo cars, and cabooses as my constant amigos.
The
conductor waves at times when he sees me, or blows the train whistle. He and
his other comrades must wonder what I’m up to, sticking to the road everyday.
They’ve never stopped their operation to ask me what’s going on, but then I
think it would be an unrealistic request to ask of them. Because I’m side-by-side
with the Iron Horse on a regular basis and it enthuses me , then I consider the
train a superstar as well. I can’t manage without them, what to speak of the
Super Soul, God, in the heart.
May
the Source be with you!
20 miles
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