I'm in a little town by the ocean. Panama City? It's mostly deserted but there are a few other wanderers like me walking down a sand-covered but paved road that leads to the beach that leads to the breakers.
I'm holding my hair in my hands. It's a long ponytail, wrapped in ?red thread to keep it formed in the ponytail. I'm walking down to the sea to leave my hair as sacrifice.
When i reach the first waves, Barack Obama is standing in the water. I reach the place where he is and we put an arm around each other, his over my shoulder, mine around his waste. As we look out over the vast sea. I tell him "Good luck. I voted for you the first day i could vote" and he looks down and smiles at me and gives me a squeeze with the arm he has over my shoulder. We both know that the election could go either way and we're okay with that, but we remain hopeful.
I’m in a neighborhood but it’s not one i’m familiar with.
The houses are very large mansions. I’m walking on the sidewalk with ?? and the
houses are well off the road behind lush manicured lawns and shrubbery so i can’t
really see them in detail. I notice the
entrance to an exceptionally large house on the other side of the street and i’m
immediately drawn to it because of the very large moving sculpture along the
edge of the front property line next to the mailbox. The sculpture is placed in a pool of gravel
and i’m reminded of a Japanese garden. As i approach the sculpture and watch
the large octopus-like tendrils rotate slowly and gracefully, i realize it’s a
clock! There’s a smallish clock face near the top showing the analog time. The
machine appears to be made of bicycle parts. The tendrils are over-sized bike
chain. The clock is the toothed gear, about 10 inches in diameter. The entire
grace and beauty of this “clock” sculpture pleases me and lifts my spirits. I
leave to return ?home and i’m riding a bicycle up a black top road that runs
through an upscale neighborhood (maybe the same one) but none of the houses are
visible from the road. All along this road are men (carpenters) working on building.
Saw-horses with sheets of plywood or board being cut with circular saws. I have
to continue to my destination ahead, but am pleased to see all of the active
building going on along the road.
