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2017-10-22

It may be cold outside at night and there are most definitely drawbacks to living on the road, but for all the challenges there are just as many perks and new experiences to discover. I love taking a hot shower, yet I am surprised how well am able to cope and get by without that old daily ritual. Many of my habits are stunted and new routines form. My westward horizons are uncharted and still a looming mystery to unfold, while looking back reminds me of the land covered, the towns past and seen. I never knew how easy it would be to leave it all behind. The daily newfound liberty of a nomadic crawl is ever increasingly full of continuous potential. I am ever asking myself what do I want, what do I want now, to do, to eat, to see next. It seems like I’m leaving my old life behind, though I know I carry everything with me. I am who I am because of what lies East. I know how lucky I am and I count my blessings regularly.  I give many thanks and share my gratitude.

Channel your inner Mark Weathers a bit and google then visit some of your local libraries and trail-heads.  My homes away from home.

Selfie on the snowbound trail to Mt. Beirstadt, Colorado.
Selfie on the snowbound trail to Mt. Beirstadt, Colorado.
Mt. Evans Wilderness sign on the snowbound trail to Mt. Beirstadt, Colorado.
Mt. Evans Wilderness sign on the snowbound trail to Mt. Beirstadt, Colorado.
The peaks of Mt. Beirstadt, Colorado at sunset.
The peaks of Mt. Beirstadt, Colorado at sunset.
Local wildlife enjoying the rancho beans breakfast I shared.
Local wildlife enjoying the ranchero beans breakfast I shared.

 

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ranchero beans organic from whole foods 365

a walk to the library on january 24th 2017

a long drive through the rain
manhattan whizzing by 
from one parking spot luckily avoiding a ticket

to another parking spot not far away
a square grided circle back to where I came from
getting stuck in traffic and enjoying every second

packed and sorted and turned around once more
enjoying the central park meandering about
under the archway a pause to reflect, stairs, two towers

a commitment to ending homelessness must be made
a cold wet wind funnels in the tunnel past me and the fort
a long walk to the library with much in tow under the umbrella

sweet eye candy and a deep connection to the public space
rewards abound, drowning in potential knowledge
longing to be with, imagining affections

of new york city angels and goddesses
much could be said and more
a grandeur matched by the openness of the library’s caver

bright chandeliers with countless orbs 
massive arched windows framing the billowing smoke
and ridged structures of 5th avenue at 41st street

The black collarless cat

I have heard tale about black cats crossing your path. I have heard tale about witches’ familiars and known a few prankster, predator spirits myself. I know the black cat is a symbol with a long history of feline heroic individuals, and I know the black cat has it tougher than ever in this modern human world of blind violence and fearful hateful superstitions. Many humans treat the other animals in their life with blind contempt and confinement. Roadkill, and nobody cares.

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The powerful, dark smell of fresh asphalt.
The inconvenient truth that auto-accidents kill and maim countless lives while some lives matter more than countless others. Our ways of transportation must involve killing less innocents. It’s not ok that a little kid has to lose his beloved pet for the same reason it’s not ok for all the other lil animals to lose their lives because humans haven’t figured out how to speed around safely.  The self driving cars of the future will go along way to shifting this paradigm.  The roads will start to look like train tracks with bridges for wildlife crossing.

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Some animals in this life are free from their cages. Some roam the streets in a larger, harsher cage within a cage. The cage of random local human made happenstance within the happenstance of the nature of all life on Earth.

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The boxer dog debated for a while but barked loud and furious at me after I said hello. Having it his way, I crossed the the road to avoid it and its invisible fence. Another boxer maybe the first one’s mum ran up, looked around and just seemed to want to calm the first dog down. The second never barked or payed me much attention at all. I crossed the road to the pedestrian right of way right after the medium loud dog. And then I crossed the road back again because a few houses down opposite the aggressive dogs, I saw a black cat guarding a house. I looked at its way must have maybe meowed. It probably meowed too after seeing me and came trotting down the hill right toward me from about 40 yard plus. Naturally I walk to intercept and pause on the shoulder of the road by the mailbox of the house the cat came from. We greeted each other like old friends. And had some nice gentle scratches and rubdowns. No collar, but very well mannered. She even came to me when I started calling her back from her careless and idle wandering onto the fresh black asphalt. I stayed with her for just a couple minutes and took her photo. A car passed by and as I was petting her, to hold her close, I also held her down with gentle force in the direction that she flinched when the car passed by. And then I immediately let go, and resumed passive petting/grooming. But then I wanted to leave and continue my long walk to the grocery store and then home. But no, she wouldn’t leave me alone. Meowing some but mostly just following in my foot prints with her silent steps she kept after me. The cat kept following me and as I stopped to pet it and give in yet again to it’s amazing persistent cuteness then I saw another neighborhood solo pedestrian like me coming toward us. Sure enough the cat continued to follow me and harass me with the cutest of meows and beckons for attention. She followed me for about two full houses down the street toward the direction out of the suburban network of stand alone ranch style houses. The other local neighborhood walker past by and she said she thought the cat belonged to me. I told her it was not mine, but I don’t think the cat knows this either. I told her that I knew about people warning about black cats crossing your path, but then asked her what does it mean when they won’t stop following you?  …when they won’t stop giving you lots of cute face bumps and tail whips, meows and purrs.

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I started walking off a bit with the human lady and the cat must have taken it as a sign and so left me, venturing across the road and into another yard.  After wishing each other happy Halloween, I let the nice older woman in a cute red vest get some distance from me while I slowed and watched back for the black cat.  A minute or two later, I looked back and saw her again, walking the the side of the road toward me, from a good distance. I stopped, she walked forward for a while but then turned right and went up some drive way, probably about 5 to 7 houses down from where I first saw her. I gave a loud meow goodbye and watched her stop for a second and move her head to hear, saying that she heard. I couldn’t her meow, but I know how she feels and what she says. I had never seen her before and I’ll never see her again, probably. I hope she’s ok. -mark weathers 2014-10-29

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Happy Halloween to you!

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Mark