Every night, a little after 2am, sometimes a little more after 2am, it comes. Like a ghost, tip-toeing on an old creaky floor, it comes! I hear it! Like Kawabata's sounding of the mountain, or Murakami's winding of the bird: I hear it! Tonight, I waited for it; at 2am, I set-up and stared out, half-expecting and half-knowing that I would or would not see it. Tonight, I waited for it; at 2am, I set-up and stared out, half-expecting and half-knowing that I would or would not see it. It knows! It knows when I'm waiting, and it knows when I'm least expecting it. It's this sound, this electric whirring sound, and each night, it teases me! Yesterday, it arrived at 2:15am. The night before, 2:03am. The night before that, 2:01am. But tonight, it has not come! It knows. Or maybe it just takes holidays on Thursday mornings.
Shit! I missed it! I'm busy typing this, and at 2:31am, it comes! I shake my fist in fury!
That aside, earlier tonight, I heard a song on the radio that I really enjoyed; it's called Locomotive Breath by Jethro Tull. I love how it starts with a jazzy piano solo!
Anyhow, I'll continue to shake my fist at the phantom sound in the night!