I Wonder Where You Are Tonight

Just woke up alone to a dark apartment and the sound of cars driving by my open windows, fresh city air drifting around me and a dim, orange light huddled up near the ceiling above my head, reflected light from the street lamps down below. Heard slow, bluesy Dire Straits music in my mind. Felt the evening sifting around me so many different things happening in the Twin Cities and me alone among them all, like the groggy axis that held it all together. Felt like a private eye, down on his luck. Felt like Tom Waits after a two bourbon twilight. Felt summer like a distant possibility, another cycle of temperate yearning for something wished for, I do not know what. Saw myself making spaghetti, watching a movie, and perhaps going on a solitary walk past the homes around me. Yellow squares of light thrown out onto small patches of thawing lawns and me, a shadow in relief.

I wonder where you are tonight
Probably on a rampage somewhere
You have been known to take delight
In getting in somebody else's hair.

-Dire Straits, baby