Where Did All the Blue Pixies Go?

by izeveryboyin

Posted to Stories on 2004-05-02 12:45:00

Last night, I hitched a ride w/some friends out to my favorite quiet city, Bailey’s Harbor, Wisconsin. Even in this calm, and peaceful city, there was no sleep for me. I had a friend whose house I crashed in each time I came out that way. He was a quiet guy, like his town. Went to bed early, woke up much the same. I sat on his roof that faced the lighthouse with a bottle of Jose Cuervo and watched the lighthouses play tag w/one another, listened to the phantastic crash of Lake Michigan’s wave against the rocks, not far from his place.
For 5 hours, I sat up there, slightly chilly, the only warmth being a blanket I’d brought up, and I bucket with six lit candles inside. The sun snuck up on me quietly, and the beauty of it was unlike any other sunrise I had ever seen, all big, pulsing, and glowing, tearing into the night’s sky, beating the moon back down to it’s place. My messy curls blew around with the wind, and I hummed te entire Jefferson Airplane “Surrealistc Pillow” album. After that, it was an untitled barrage of all my favorite 60’s rock songs, and a few Sinatra classics like “the Lady Is A Tramp”, and “Come Fly With Me”.
All the while, here comes this sun, dragging the new day behind him, languidly forcing it’s way into my eyes this beautiful God of night and day so beautiful, so beautiful. And off to the side, the waves were rolling, and all around the wind was blowing, and it was undoubtedly cold as shit, but life had meaning, here, atop this quiet man’s rooftop. I felt hopeful here. It wasn’t until then that sleep tried to overcome, and I grabbed up my bucket of candles, and my blanket, and went back into the warm house, sniffling. David, the quiet man who owned this house had awoken, to start his day, and told me there was a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen, eggs in the fridge, and cereal in the cabinets.
“I’ll be off for at least 4 hours” He said to me, leaving out the door.
It was a good day for exploring the art galleries, and touring the lighthouses, and after a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, sleep just wasn’t all that important to me anymore. I washed, and dressed, and watched two great Tim Burton films, hopped on the net to check e-mails, and tell everyone about this great sunrise. And now I’m leaving to go find those blue pixies all hiding and flying back and forth amoungst the fallen trees, singing and dancing together.