Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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days of not quite open hand

The traffic on worked-rather-late evenings moves in that "back from the franchise restaurant" serenity rather than in that "got to get home, filled with road rage from work" anguish. The fairly full moon glows a bit brighter when viewed after too long an evening away from home. One worries far less about what television played, because the best shows ran an hour or so before one's arrival. One indulges in a late night movie like Midway, appreciating once again how noble Admiral Yamamoto plays in that film, but one feels inadequately hooked to wish to finish the entire movie. War movies provide a puzzle to solve in any event; nothing horrifies one more than armed conflict, and yet war movies frequently allow for interesting viewing. Mildly frightening dreams involving warring creatures almost entirely similar to the re-run of Star Trek: Voyager enliven the deep midnights of a worked-late-night. Perhaps when one has spent all one's imagination at the office, borrowed sci fi dreams provide a "last best hope for peace".
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