As I always do on moonlit Friday nights, I packed a lantern, scrap paper & some sandwiches, then embarked on the hour-long walk from my house to the Moody Blues Woods near the river bottom. Obviously, that's not the forest's official name. When I took my first moonlit stroll through the forest around 20 years ago, I happened to be listening to an old Moody Blues tape "Days of Future Passed" and well, the name stuck! Somehow, the entire album just seemed to fit the vast, natural wonderland that I was taking in for the first time.
There's a weathered old bridge down there that crosses over a stream, around 40-50 minutes into the woods from where I always enter. It's been somewhat of a tradition of mine to take a break when I reach that bridge; scarf down a couple of sandwiches, bust out paper & pencil, and just sketch whatever the hell comes to mind. Most of the time it's just silly, cartoony stuff that I usually end up laughing about. And since I've never actually seen anyone down there--at least not during the late night hours when I visit--I can let loose a full bodied belly laugh if necessary and not feel the slightest bit embarrassed!
After finishing the sandwiches and sketching a few pictures, I made the two hour journey back. Got back home at around 2 am. Wasn't feeling tired, so I made some mac & cheese and cranked up the stereo. Played a couple games of pinball, then loaded up Earthworm Jim. Now here I am on Vogons typing this thing up and finally, finally getting sleepy. I'll probably be snoring till noon, but that's part of what makes weekends so dang awesome! I can dream about food... and actually have time to prepare the meal of my dreams when I finally do get up!
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