I don’t love everything about Connecticut. I wish it was warmer. Mostly though this is a nice place to be. I am especially lucky to live in what I consider ‘the country.’
It’s beautiful here day and night. That was very evident as I got out of my car while the sliver of a Moon was setting in the west.
Tonight the sky is ink black. The stars are bright.
It’s one of those nights where you can let your eyes adjust, then see deeper into the more dimly lit objects. The black is speckled with extremely weak blurs of gray light.
This is the kind of thing I never experience until we moved out here about twenty years ago. I was a city boy completely uninterested in the world I now see. It is astounding to look at.
I avoided Cheshire tonight. Love you Cheshire, but I don’t think I can hold myself to your speed limits. I’m admitting it. It’s not you, it’s me.
It was 84 to 91 to 15. I got off in Wallingford near “The Oakdale,.” went up Cook Hill Road then turned left on Tuttle.
This road couldn’t be built today. There is nothing safe about it. It is rolling, narrow, and winding. There are no shoulders. It’s dark.
I drive past a few houses then into the woods behind Sleeping Giant State Park. There have been deer here the last three nights. I’ve also seen a fox, skunk and raccoon. It’s going to be a busy year of avoidance.
When you’re a kid you think about what you might become and where you might be. The TV thing is reasonable since wanted to be on the radio. The living in the country–that never entered my head.