O, Behold The Crepuscule Quick!
So, what's up with the word crepuscule, and why do I use it so
frequently? Well, as you may know, it's a fancy term for
twilight: that wonderful little period where your tiny earth
corner slips between day and night. I've always found it to be
something.... I don't know the word. I'm tempted to say
"magical," but it would seem that term has been ruined by
overuse (abuse). And, that's, indeed, part of why I like the
word crepuscule so much. It has not been ruined....yet! And, it
seems to intimate the intangibles implicit in this particular
period of the day. When I think of the term crepuscule, I also
invariably am reminded of Thelonious Monk's tune Crepuscule With
Nellie. What a rich, deep way to name a song!
So, with this particular time of the day, you know, always so
brief, there's something about it... something emotional. I get
the feeling that all things are still possible. Driving home
from Jersey last night, see, I always like driving through this
color that can't be classified, and, it just so happens we were
passing our favorite rest stop at this momentIced Tea Painting:
the one with Starbucks, and, I don't need ya'll to tell me about
Starbucks, because, I am already a guy totally in favor of Mom
and Pop endeavors and etc.; but, part of the dominion is that
sometimes you're forced to take what's available. Believe me, I
love the distinct, unique little coffee shops, with their own
personality etc. Anyway, Starcrooks, I mean bucks! is all that
was available, so, you know, we go there. Okay, so, into
Starbucks we go, and I order an iced tea-lemonade combo. This,
would have been great, but, of course, even though I ordered it
with no sugar etc, there's still a type of de facto syrup
apparently used in the lemonade, and, I just don't get it. The
insane insistence that sugar goes in damn everything! And, the
ubiquitous tendency for businesses to ruin tea! Some day I need
somebody to explain it to me.
So, leaving Starbucks, getting into the car with the tea that's
ruined with the unnecessary, mysterious syrup. The crepuscule is
gone. I'm left with a lousy drink. And, see, somewhere there's a
lesson in there, but, I'm just not sure what it is....
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