Bewitching Hour Communique
6 May, 2024
Sulimani, Iraqi Kurdistan
my lanai
These coordinates have been a big chapter in my life, I ponder. Tiny white lights glimmer in the dark crispness of early early morning. The Bewitching Hour moving picture show fading into the coming day. The cacophony of neighborhood street dogs. Their solitary barks morph into a synchronous chorus. A motorcycle joins in the music-scape.
I've been pretty content in this cell-block; a willing detainee indeed! I've evolved as does this chapter. I'll migrate into my next chapter. I sense exhiliration. I feel elation. It's not a stretch to express a sense of funky delerium-ness in this moment. Destination Known, yet Destination Unknown, and this is my dance. Imma just Boogie on Down, on Down... As Earth, Wind & Fire sang:
Just move yourself and glide like a 747
And lose yourself in the sky
Among the clouds in the heavens cause
So, yea. I'm obviously hijacking the song's meaning to one of Boogieing down the runway in my 747 cruising through the sky passing clouds in the heavens cause... I'm moving on to the next chapter!
Dawn nears. The early birds have since stirred and composing birdsongs. Neighborhood lights are twinkling as a car engine starts up. Another type of early bird stirs; perhaps holding their to-go cuppa joe as they head out to bring home the bacon.
Joining the birdsong in this moment is early morning call to prayer. I wonder how it will sound during the Bewitching Hour at my next Destination Known.
...aaaaaand the universe suddenly throws a (not-so-random-for-this-time-of-year) crack of lightning and thunderbolt into the mix. I DIG THIS DJ TONIGHT!
A light breeze wafts through my moving picture show. Call to prayer turning up a few decibels. Everything feels ecstatic.
And now, quietly creeping through the early morning hours of The Cradle of Civilization- stillness.
Back in the Cradle (of Civilization) again
Once Upon a Time in Mesopotamia was Gaziantep.
Second time is a charm: Sulaymaniyah
A thin veil of fog descending from the heavens begins to cloak the twinkling city lights. Will it fall to this Earth that I’ve been walking for some years? Probably not, but it’s just enough to close off this Bewitching Hour episode.
-peace
