O, Behold The Crepuscule!
by Kemal Faruquee
So, what's up with the word crepuscule, and why do I use it so frequently? Well, as you may know, it's a fancy term for twilight: that wonderful little period where your tiny earth corner slips between day and night. I've always found it to be something.... I don't know the word. I'm tempted to say "magical," but it would seem that term has been ruined by overuse (abuse). And, that's, indeed, part of why I like the word crepuscule so much. It has not been ruined....yet! And, it seems to intimate the intangibles implicit in this particular period of the day. When I think of the term crepuscule, I also invariably am reminded of Thelonious Monk's tune Crepuscule With Nellie. What a rich, deep way to name a song!So, with this particular time of the day, you know, always so brief, there's something about it... something emotional. I get the feeling that all things are still possible. Driving home from Jersey last night, see, I always like driving through this color that can't be classified, and, it just so happens we were passing our favorite rest stop at this momentIced Tea Painting: the one with Starbucks, and, I don't need ya'll to tell me about Starbucks, because, I am already a guy totally in favor of Mom and Pop endeavors and etc.; but, part of the dominion is that sometimes you're forced to take what's available. Believe me, I love the distinct, unique little coffee shops, with their own personality etc. Anyway, Starcrooks, I mean bucks! is all that was available, so, you know, we go there. Okay, so, into Starbucks we go, and I order an iced tea-lemonade combo. This, would have been great, but, of course, even though I ordered it with no sugar etc, there's still a type of de facto syrup apparently used in the lemonade, and, I just don't get it. The insane insistence that sugar goes in damn everything! And, the ubiquitous tendency for businesses to ruin tea! Some day I need somebody to explain it to me.So, leaving Starbucks, getting into the car with the tea that's ruined with the unnecessary, mysterious syrup. The crepuscule is gone. I'm left with a lousy drink. And, see, somewhere there's a lesson in there, but, I'm just not sure what it is....
About the Author
Kemal Faruquee studied at various colleges, which he largely considers to have been a waste of time. He currently lives in Pennsylvania where he writes books, makes paintings, develops websites, stares at the sky, watches The Apprentice, and runs Creative Memory Scrapbooking and Love Poems.View their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.comView their website at: http://www.artplop.com
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