Nature won

Beautiful lake

Still waters

Resting in peace

Boy despises calm nature

Intent on disruption

Launches a pebble

Ripples race to the shore

Reflected mountain shimmers

Wind woken up

Waves melt reflected mountain

Mountain unimpressed

Boy throws another pebble over the surface

Bouncing over the waves

Hopping smaller distances with every rebound

Pebble swallowed by a wave

Lake is not amused

Mountain fumes

Pebbles annoyed

Clouds get angry

Boy picks up another pebble

Sky turns black

Raindrops fall in an angry hiss

Lake surface boils with rage

Soaked boy clutching pebble

Thunder roars

Lightening crackles

Wind howls

Boy afraid

Suddenly the rain stops

Empty clouds drift away

Wind dies down

Setting sun glows red

Spilling its blood into the lake

Boy hesitates

Decides not to toss pebble

Fearing more retaliation

Discarding pebble on shore

Smiling sun sets

Mountain shrugs

Clouds giggle

Wind sighs

Pebbles chuckle

Lake snores

Soggy boy trudges home

Nature won

Useppa

Useppa Island

Fancy name

Near Sanibel

Sort of

Sandbar origin

No bridges

Too far

Boat required

Inhabited today

Nobody local

Money required

Mostly humans

Private island

Exclusive club

Not public

Members only

Costly join

Invited guests

Feel grateful

Paradise found

Previously lost

Small houses

Expensive land

Hideaway homes

Seasonal occupants

Some manicured

Preppy owners

Others secluded

Off grid

Pretty flowers

Ugly leaves

Big trees

Small paths

Secluded beaches

No roads

Golf carts

Walking trails

Breathtaking views

Tiny museum

Tennis court

Helicopter pad

Collier Inn

Harborside bar

No nightclub

Cute place

Been there

Got T-shirt

Very expensive

No return

Useppa unzipped

RIP pistons and cranks

The internal combustion engine

Once the king of traveling machines

Is soon to be an old relic

Replaced by electric motors

Overtaken by hydrogen fuel cells

Future generations will look back

At the golden era of pistons and carburetors

With the same nostalgia we hold for steam engines today

We will remember the glorious roar of the V8

The throaty exhausts of open wheel race cars

Yearn for the sweet smell of hot oil

Marvel at the skills of those who maintained them

We will no longer be driving cars or piloting planes

Vehicles will become autonomous taxis

Hailed by your smart device

Taking you to your destination quietly

Without polluting the planet

Or plundering its fossil fuel reserves

Cars will morph into driverless pods of all sizes

Either flying or speeding along designated tracks

Small ones for a couple of people

Medium sizes for families and groups

Mass transit will take the commuters

Drones will deliver to your door everything you need

Cars buses trains and planes will all integrate

Nobody will ever have to steer or hit the brakes

You will engage in work or entertainment while traveling

Perhaps watching movies about old combustion engines

Wondering how people ever controlled those relics

Children will study the history of transportation

Flipping through images of horse drawn vehicles

Watching videos of hissing steam trains

Turning the page of the internal combustion engine

another day another ride

A middle aged man in banner painted lycra walks the halls

Wheeling his bright red bicycle to the elevator

His lumpy cleated shoes tap dance 

Announcing his presence loudly

He leans on his two wheel walking stick

This crazy walker is like a fish out of water

Speeding downward in the elevator

Emerging at ground level into the parking lot

Anti covid mask is bagged and stashed into a back pocket

Nestling with keys and sugar laden snacks

A strong leg is thrown over the cross bar

Straddling the tamed beast for a ceremonial moment

Adjusting the visor on his helmeted head

Cranking the left pedal backwards

Till his foot is near the ground

A resounding click welds his shoe to the pedal

A slight crank primes his muscles for takeoff

Man and bicycle are now welded together

The beast lurches forward as his right shoe clicks in

Hands push down on the odd shaped bars

Palms resting on the hoods of the infrequently used brake levers

Padded shorts rise skyward to meet the ridiculously high razorblade seat

Arms stretched out into the wind

A small computer on the handlebar displays his progress

Speed and heart rate rise in unison

Whilst pedal rpms stay constant

Gear changes are fully electronic on this high tech machine

The skin tight costume refuses to flap in the wind

Every nut and bolt on his bike has been trimmed for weight

The featherlight carbon fibre frame mimics airplane wings

Slipping through the reluctant air softly

The middle aged man flies low at 25mph

It will be a short 30 mile ride today

The computer reminds him to hydrate every 15 minutes

He pedals hard up the bridge to Key Biscayne

Rolling back down at 40mph

He meets a group to ride in formation

Pulling hard at the front for a mile

Before dropping to the back for a tow

He takes a rest stop at Virginia Key beach

A long gulp of coconut water washes down the sugary energy gel

Snapping a photo of his ride to share with his friends in the frozen north

One more loop with the group at maximum effort

Then its a gentle cruise back home

Click clack down the halls of the high rise

Wheeling his red machine back to his condo

The beast rests while he showers and recuperates

Another day another ride

Last night I saw 1897

last night I looked into the dark sky

bright stars and planets abound

the big dipper caught my eye

I wondered how far away it is

Google told me 125 light years

the light from the big dipper takes that long to reach earth 

I suddenly realized I had discovered time travel

if I was on the big dipper today

with a really powerful telescope

I would see life on earth back in 1897

horses are the main form of transport

cars are very rare and only travel at 10mph

the radio has not yet been invented

the most popular source of music is the piano

the majority of people live or work on farms

households typically have three generations under one roof

cocaine is sold as a cure all medicine

life expectancy is less than 50 years

my parents are not yet born

life was so different back then

to see our life today from the big dipper

you will have to be living in the year 2147

horses could be extinct by then

life expectancy might well be infinite

but the night sky will look the same as today

Manatees

Manatees meandering in the bay today

Gentle giants gracefully grazing

Mother and baby drifting together

Occasionally surfacing for air

Boating battle scars on their backs

Proof that the manatee boating warning signs don’t work

Can we ever live in harmony with this harmless seacow

Threatened by red tides and loss of habitat

10% of the Florida manatee population died in 2021

Mostly from starvation caused by destruction of seagrass

They have no natural enemies

Except humans who are progressively developing the shorelines

Carelessly running boats over them

Or discarding fishing gear to entangle them

So sad that these creatures are mostly hidden from view

Most people are unaware of their presence or their plight

Manatees meandering in the bay today

But for how long?

Be them millenniums or minutes ago

I can remember so well those oh so boring history classes at school

The tattered old books on ancient history

Handed down from generations ago

Reflecting the age of the stories they told

Uninspiring stories told by weary burned out teachers

It was so hard back then to understand the relevance of it all

When later classes focused on modern history

Something grabbed my attention

A detailed analysis of the Cuban missile crisis

Brought back the taste of fear

Images of hiding under my school desk at seven years old

Daily drills on sheltering from a possible nuclear attack

I really believed we we all going to die back then

Remembering vividly when Kennedy was shot

It felt like the King of my world was no longer there to protect me

I can now look back over my lifetime of personal historical moments

Popular music and the Beatles

Armed struggles in Northern Ireland

Graduating from college

My first job

The Vietnam war

One small step for a man but one giant leap for mankind

Buying my first house

The birth of my daughter and my son

My first computer

The start of the internet 

Seeing the falling of the Berlin Wall

War in the Falklands and Margaret Thatcher

Liverpool FC winning the European Cup

Plane hijackings and harrowing terrorist attacks

911 and desperately trying to pick up my kids from school in Manhattan

Seeing my kids graduate from college

Entering retirement

In January 2021 I saw a chilling live news broadcast

An angry mob marching towards the US Capital

Breaking through barriers and storming the building

Those images are burned into my memory banks

No doubt historians are now writing stories about it all

For the enlightenment of future generations

History is the the study of past events

Be them millenniums or minutes ago

We must all learn from them

Let the future treasure you

try to worry less about the future 

be in awe of the precious gift of the present

the future will be what it will be

the past is your gift of great memories

treasure the now and live in the moment

dwell, enjoy, savor, relish, record, memorialize, reflect but live at all times in the now

let the future treasure you

Mystery DJ

I like listening to music

Both recorded and live

Playlists are so cool

You can pick one to suit your mood

Some mellow jazz in the morning

Lively pop in the day

Rock n roll your afternoon away

A few golden oldies before bedtime

There is however one big problem

When I stop listening to music

There is always a song still playing

On a constant loop in my head

Its not always the same song

Usually something I listened to recently

These earworms can be annoying

I find the only cure

Is to play some different music

To drown them out

Peace at last

Until the music source stops

Then the mystery DJ in my head

Selects another song to play

He never consults me 

Nor does he listen to my suggestions

His most recent earworm song

Is playing in my head right now

Lovely Day by Bill Withers

I used to like that song

But now I am totally done with it

Time to consult Mr Spotify

Drown out Bill Withers for good

While the DJ in my head listens along

And unilaterally selects a future earworm

I have tried researching for a cure

As yet there is no earworm powder treatment on the market

But the earworm is not the source of the problem

Its that mystery DJ in my head

I am going to sneak up on him

While he is distracted listening to my music

And smash his turntable

Then every day will certainly be A Lovely Day