| It was dark, about four-fourty-five in this morning.?I was baking, slicing and dicing, though, raking leaves and pondering and pitching ideas as well as jotting down notes and figuring scales into databases of information I'd forget had I not written it down, and indeed, I had not.?I was scared to be honest.?The darkness was biting at me, itching into my skull and sliding ropes round my brain.?Look this direction: alien, look that direction: what could be in the trees, look, is that a person..or a zombie??I spit, covering my ears in studio-grade headphones cranking up an insane song called "Tip your Bartender."?The waves of extreme guitar riveted through my being, into my head and through my blood stream, like a needle shot to the chest it took me.???Dark roads beneath my feet, wet from the spring rain.?Fog surrounded me, but I couldn't see it.?Only the outline down the road that would continue to receed as I walked *into* it.?So menacing..It seemed to receed low to the ground far off near the distant double street lights, shining into the haze fighting for their right to blaze golden like the flames they'd always wished and believed themselves to be.?Even flame could not penetrate this dense fog.?Eight or nine feet off the ground it seemed to strive out for me, like some mouth waiting to engulf me.???I smiled at the thought, laughed, at some cloud ridden beast devouring me into it's lair of mist showing me the world in a new fashion all together, gray white clouds in every direction, to my face, and I would dance under the orange street lights as they brought the only break from it..though this beast must have some purpose..Perhaps the clouds around me slowly fill my lungs with a heavenly toxin that would put me into a meditative state of hyper-omni-existentialist-meaning-filled thought and in mind and in action and in form I would comprehend at strange angles expanding from my eyes and out wide into the known lands; a truth unparalleled in the natural world.Despite my fear I launched myself into the deep night, only an hour or so ago, walking down the dark half mile from the house out in the boonies to the first break, the three great street lamps, the third always dancing for me as I walked near and under it.?Not tonight, my physical-light seemed dampened by the fog, but it held no affect on my state of mind.?I puzzled through random songs I'd added to my player before setting off.?The gentle tones of "The Past and Pending", the melancholy drifts of The Album Leaf, the twanging banjo's of Retsin, a song called "Dog and a Butterfly", Oleander, Glassjaw, the Appleseed Cast, Broken Social Scene's "Anthems for a Seventeen Year old Girl"..but the song that really raped my soul into the mind-moment of where I was, and put me into a golden place was "Alien Christ" by Cloud Cult.???As I passed the street lamps the fog seemed to drift away, or at least from my perview.?Then I spotted a single deer standing in the middle of the dead quiet road watching me, as I had not spotted him right away.?I stopped in place glancing at it, but it soon vanished into the far off to the left.???The grand round about of Wausau was gleaming like some sacrament to the sanctity of suburbia, fresh grass planted around the sleak black top, side walks surrounding leading nowhere, and eight great street lamps all placed at different angles to make this strange circular entramp almost welcoming.?I sat down near the middle of the round about, a grassy area on a curb fixing my shoes and adjusting the sounds filling my ears.???Crossing the river the night still seemed growing, though in sense I knew morning would be drifting in soon.?Perhaps a half hour.?So I turned back, following the path I had been and came to the field I always pass, to the right a few blocks before my home.?Rolling fog on the horizon up the slight slope; it was beautiful.?I knew the field would be soaked from the rains earlier in the day, but instinct took over.?My shoes, socks, feet and pant legs were dripping by the time I reached the cusp, staring out hoping to see the faintest glimmer of orange on the horizon, but there was nothing.???I stopped then as I noticed something funny.?The fog was literally 'surrounding' me.?Turning in a slow 360 degree angle, the fog formed a near perfect circle out about 35 feet from me, and all around.?As I walked into it the circle followed with me..I was at it's center.?The supposed fog was just a trick of my own eyes, and that single sense defined it's role, at least in a vision-sense.?And often that's whats important.???As I've said many times to my dismay, at the cusp of the field it does not break to rolling fields and forests as far as the eye can see..?It breaks to suburbia, dotted with orange lamps and black-top roads.?It seemed to be getting lighter.?I think??So hard to tell.?Lights were dotting on in various rooms of houses I passed.?I could spot the outlines of half-naked house wives and old men peaking out the blinds holding the house line with the '911' preset just a finger touch away.???I thought best to escaped before a gathering morning mob stoned me to death.?Proceeding down a road parallel to the field I passed under four street lamps, the last being near a park.?I wanted somewhere to sit down, to wait for the sunrise, but there were no benches in the park and I knew that all parks were closed until seven am.?I spotted a giant stone headpiece that said on it's front side "Welcome to Weston" facing the road and jumped up onto it.?From my view I could see into the east where miles of corn-rows broke to forests that probably in turn broke to more fields, barns, livestock and houses, etc etc etc.?I switched up the music to Beirut to keep me awake as I sat up on the ten foot sign watching for the coming of day.???I put my head down closing my eyes, pressing the buttons at random on my music player listening to songs I hadn't even remembered putting on there.?I went into some sort of a trance as I put on some ambient techno, then lifted my head to find that the earliest morning had turned to early morning.?The trees were bright green, the grasses beginning to glow and the fog seemed to be vanishing.?Unfortunately I missed the sunrise itself, which must be happening right now, as I found myself so tired I had to head home..but that's alright.?I think the best night walks are the hikes where you meet night and day..in that order.?Chasing into the darkness hopeless, and embracing the morning's coming; 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