I sat outside a while this evening, my back to my apartment, facing the darkened hill face, the landslide leaving a lighter area on the face.

Over my left shoulder, I can see a stab at humanity. The electric lights, cycling at different hertz you can see over the distance, visually humming in different tones.

To my right, and below, some of my ongoing bonsai related projects lost in the dark.

I can’t tell you how long I sat there. I’ve thought about that hill in so many ways that now when I look at it, my mind relaxes – as if working it into a tizzy is the only way I can get it to get rest. I bat that around in my head a bit, bouncing it around, still looking at that hillside, darkened further.

Last night the moon hit it just so, where it reflected it’s topography back to me with reflections and shadows.

It was darker tonight. Thoughtful, I might say, if I pushed my perspective onto it.

Then a flash on the rock face.
A small smile crooks the left side of my lips, I feel it and am surprised by it. Why did I do that?

I like nature’s light shows and it looks like it might be a good night.

All in all, the subscription costs less money than Netflix.