I'm driving somewhere south of Calgary, West of Lethbridge, a country road, then the best picture ever, the sun setting, sky turning every shade of over-saturated blue, moon rising, I'm taking pictures...a barn, big, red, tourist, rising up from the edges of the river...a row of trees trace silhouettes against the sky....photography gold...
Down, to the farm, I work here, haven't worked here forever, don't know if they remember me, some sort of tourist farm, with shops for all the visitors, I'm trying to find where I fit in, don't know, it's busy and understaffed...
...And I'm wondering, when did I last work here? And do they have a cheque for me? I'm not sure, not sure if anyone remembers me, soooo many tourists, don't know where to start, which shop to man...
...I find myself wondering, I've driven here from Calgary, to work, so far, 3 hours, and I'm not sure if they remember me, have my cheque, only I remember they told me I'd be back, and I'm thinking that this is bollocks and so I return to my car, leave the tourist barn filled with shops, drive back towards Calgary, I need to get a job closer to home...
(Sick the past couple of days, chest, head cold, sleeping 12, 14 hours per day, these amongst the feverish dreams...)