riding the rails of love

we are riding the rails of our ineffable love
rumbling across the landscape of our passion

fast and smooth over the prairies and plateaus
leaning into the gentle curves at full speed

slow and deliberate along sheer mountain cliffs
reaming the rims and the ridges of deep chasms

thundering along tunnels deep, dark and narrow
filling the surrounding rock with resounding echoes

blazing across bridge and trestle spans so high
the exhilaration so damned intense and undeniable

feeling the soft rise and fall of knolls and hills
the thrum of rhythms tempoed my mother nature

we are riding the rails of our ineffable love
rumbling across the landscape of our passion

Today I went to Forest Lawn Cemetery to see what birds I could find. They’re starting to migrate in for the summer. Well, the two hours I was there were the cloudiest, windiest, coldest two hours of the day. Needless to say I was not very successful in my birding. I saw mostly common birds (American Robin, Black-capped Chickadee, Canada Goose, Mallard, European Starling) and a few that I wasn’t quick enough to snap with my camera nor catch a good enough glimpse to identify. I’m hoping to get back out there weekly.

Agents of SHIELD: What is the Black Pillar of Doom?

“And does anyone have any idea what alien world it came from, or what it even does?” “…” “Well, this new SHIELD brain trust seems to working out brilliantly.”

When you look at the header image for this article, what do you see? A rock. It’s black. Tall. Vaguely ominous. But if you haven’t been keeping up with Agents of SHIELD, that’s all it is–a rock. 

If you have been watching, though, you’ll know that this ebony bastard is responsible for one of the biggest “Wait, WHAT THE SHIT!?” endings in TV history. We have a few vague scraps of info on it (for example, it’s alien and it scares the bejeezus out of powered people), but we won’t have any actual answers until Season 3 rolls around. We still don’t really know what it is or what it wants. 

Yes, you read that last paragraph correctly. The rock wants something. 

A mystery like this is catnip for theorycrafters like me. While I don’t have much to work with, I think I’ve settled on something that might get the mind spinning. Given the nature of theorycrafting in general, I’m probably wrong on some level… but what I’ve come up with is pretty cool, and I think it might hit a mark or two. 

Remember–spoilers and whatnot. Proceed with caution. 

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