Wish you were here

I worked a fair amount at the station today, a few tirejobs and a few oil changes that weren't pleasant. Especially when a used oil filter slipped from my hand and poured hotter-than-normal oil all over my right arm and hand. (It's always hot when we change oil, it has to be so it comes out easy, but this truck's engine was much warmer than usual).

So I now have even less feeling on that arm.

I worked off and on most of the day, and went home around six. I ran some errands around seven, played catch with one of my brothers for a while and went out to the lake around 8:30. I pulled into the beach at Richey Cove, and walked down to the sand of this small beach. It's no more than 100' wide, but it faces west over the water and you can always watch the sunsets from there. I took off my shoes and socks and left them at a picnic table and walked up to the water's edge and put my feet into the cold reservoir water while my eyes took in the western sky.

I sat down a few feet from the water, dug my feet into the sand and felt the wind blow in from behind me and run through my hair. Shades of orange, pink, and red were scattered in grand wisps all over the wide Kansas sky, all seeming to eminate from one point near the horizon. It was if the gates of heaven had opened and the Saints had come out to play for awhile as the night chased them away.

I stayed as the colors faded and the night took hold over the earth. I watched family of Canadian Geese waddle out of a patch of bushes thirty feet away down to the water and swim off into the sunset. Soon enough, the lightshow was gone, and stars pierced their way through the dark blue sky, and I layed down to see them all. This song came to mind:

"Wish you were here" by Incubus

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like
A thousand diamonds strewn
Across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend I am weightless
And in this moment
I am happy happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles
A backlit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment
I am happy happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

The world's a rollercoaster
And I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
My hands are busy in the air
Saying

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

I got up and brushed off the sand and went back to the picnic table. I cleaned off my feet before putting my socks and shoes back on, and took one last look from the tiny Kansas beach, and left.