The Music: Carmen

Posted on July 11, 2006 in Driving

There is something about going down a road with stretches so long and deserted that you can see the next car coming at you from half a mile away. I saw a coyote pass in front of me last night, here next to the Irvine Ranch lands and the gravel pits. I didn’t have my glasses on so all I saw was a low, gray blur.

Tonight, I saw no coyote. Just the moon which looked like a bright lamp shining through a double-over piece of mosquito netting. I marked its acned face as it found the dark silhouette of hills and peeked over them.

There were many cars, almost like a lesser city street. And Don Jose fingered his balls while he sang of his lust for the Woman of the Ram.