I hit the “scan” button on the truck radio.
It rests on “The Lark Ascending,” Ralph Vaughan Williams.
I take my hand away.
Over the north end of Oursan Ridge I go
and the south end of Sobrante.
The road narrows to two lanes.
Bright Luna fills air with light.
Mist plays around Pinole Ridge, around Franklin Ridge
around a run of ridges as far as the horizon
out to Tracy and Modesto and Visalia
a spectrum of black silhouettes, receding one
behind the other
draped in moon-lit, freezing mist.











Yes.
I’ve always felt like there ought to be more of a market for CDs of music selections for specific drives. After all, someone will buy anything if it scratches a momentary itch ...
Of course, it’s hard to do much with I-880 ...
BTW, your comment server isn’t clear about what the yes/no buttons refer to, and they don’t even come up labeled “yes” or “no” until you click on ‘em ... anyway, the previous was me ... peace, jarrett ...
well, hi there chris. found your blog via yllstonewolf. thought i’d drop in for a visit. glad i did. really like the way you write. especially “farland”. will stop back again (and probably again and again). love san francisco. when i venture into a city for fun it is always the place i seem to go. have many friends in and around the bay. well, not IN the bay. city people. none with your earth-centered perspective. thanks for sharing it. — ric
“the lark ascending” takes my breath away!
ps — ric (see above comment) is one of my very most favorite people!
I only listen to that piece at certain times, in certain moods — it’s too precious to use as background music, a tribute to the little singer who inspired it.
And here I go and do just that in this post!