Evanston: abandoned
Evanston: abandoned
I walked down to the lake yesterday.
When I walk, the primary bubble in my right eye--I have more than one--jitters and bounces as bubbles do. Overlaying the clear visional field of my left eye is this liquid distraction from my right, something like snorkeling with a face mask half full of water; or perhaps opening your eye underwater without a mask.
One result of this is that when I look anywhere except straight ahead, such as up at the changing leaves, I slightly lose my balance. A young woman hurrying in the other direction to the CTA station gave me a nervous glance. An old man staggering at 10 a.m. is not an encouraging sight.
The morning was sunny and crisp.
The lake was blue, smooth and empty. Marinas closed here October 31.
No explanation.
I am getting restless--which is probably a good sign--and wish I were climbing the hill behind Opua instead of walking the flatlands, prisoner of a bubble.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011