Walking. With Headlights. (Lightly Child, Lightly)

5:15 a.m. 918 consecutive (almost) days of this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

I wasn’t going to post this. Nope. I’m so much bigger than this. I am.  No I’m not bigger than this. Not close. As petty as they come.

It’s 6:04 a.m. and I’m at the backside of the park. And there he is again, on the other side of the cove, his headlights on, high beams no less. A-hole sits in his car, doing Something, God knows what. And his f*cking lights have to be on marring the landscape with an ugly coating of man-made light across the shoreline and the inlet. This A-hole is parked right here about 50% of the time, headlights always on. He apparently has his morning ritual as well.

I’ve taken to walking directly into the light, right up to the water’s edge. I swing my camera over my shoulder to free up both hands, and give him a 1-finger salute with both hands, and shout out “hey a**hole.”

I’m a pacifist, with violent mood swings and anger management issues. Untameable. The mind drifts. I shift the shoulder-fired rocket launcher, setting it comfortably on my shoulder, uncock the safety catch, peer through the sights and let the heat guided missile find its target, a thin line of smoke trailing behind…

It’s cold. I’m tired. I’m irritable. I have no 4-legged friend joining me, Wally, is fast asleep.

I’m listening to Hannah Gadsby’s Ten Steps to Nanette: A Memoir Situation.

“Three texts, same message, different nouns. Mental health. Mood. Anger. I sent one reply back, I don’t remember what I wrote but I made it worse. The reply was one word: Stop. So, I did. I’d been trying so hard all my life to control my moods and I knew it was impossible. I didn’t know how to tame them.”

“There’s that hostility again.”

“Have you heard of a therapist, babe?”

The Moon’s full. The Air is brisk. Winter is coming, I shiver.

And, I walk.

I have sunspots from staring at the headlights, I miss the rock on my path and stub my toe.  Jesus!

Up pops up a line from a colleague’s 360 review in my year end assessment: “when faced with a frustrating situation, stop, breathe, and remember it’s all relative.” I read it again.

Who the hell do they think they are?


  • More pictures from this morning’s daybreak walk at Cove Island Park here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”


  1. The perfect day to lighten up!

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  2. Well, despite the irritant, you sure managed to capture some gorgeous scenes this morning, pal. As for the agita, maybe download the ‘Calm’ app on your phone and indulgent in a little pre-dawn meditative practice? 😉

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  3. Oh how I relate to this xxx! I AM a psychotherapist, and I DO practice meditation….(I’m laughing!) Knowing better, and being able to clear my mind and achieve a feeling of total peace is NO guarantee that the fiery temperament will not continue to appear and challenge. Awareness does help! Being “vigilant for my mind” helps–can stop this fiery ex-redhead instantly during an inner temper tantrum, or at least cause stuttering pauses. Thank you for sharing: “No I’m not bigger than this. Not close. As petty as they come.”

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  4. This is the most chaotic and dramatic thing I’ve read all week, and I’m here for it 😂 Hopefully a more tranquil start to tomorrow.

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  5. It’s likely the Celtic element — easily piss-off-able. I’d thought we’d all identify with your ire level (short of the metal weapon and the human bird), but I see otherwise and now I feel like one of too few easily piss-off-able Celts, here.. lol! Whatever, despite a clueless Headlight Person, you have once again stunned us with incomparable beauty. Thank you! SO lovely, so very peaceful.

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  6. The world is full of inconsiderate people like him (or her). No point in shortening your own life with all the stress of allowing him to get to you. Maybe he’ll get tired of it (or run out of that expensive gas). If he knows it bugs you he’ll probably do it even more.

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  7. What if ..he is doing nothing wrong rather, just shining a bright light on your shadows ha!! ☀️🌟☀️🌟☀️🌟 your funny


  8. Stub your toe? Don’t you wear shoes when you are walking in the park in darkness?

    Not that I would ever do such a thing, but have you considered walking around and sneaking up behind your friend and maybe letting the air of a tire or two? 😉

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  9. Bulletholes says:

    I recommend a potato up his tailpipe.


  10. At times like this, it’s probably advisable not to recall the perfunctory hyperbole of someone who delights in sharing the obvious. Take a breath, shake it off…I have an idea – turn off the talking in your head and listen to some music…Or go home and cuddle with Wally.


  11. Maybe reconnaissance? someone planning on taking a deer…bright lights is called spot lighting…or just trying to see the herons…or perhaps DK the young women your Eric knows that said something about a ? an old guy always taking pictures in the early morning? aka DK’s stalker…or just possibly one of your readers who wants to enjoy the dark of early morning, progress to first light, but doesn’t feel safe to get out of her car? to get an up close view? Do you carry pepper spray?

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  12. First of all beautiful moment you captured… But I can almost understand you, I am not different from you, same problems I have too. All I can say dear David, if you were living here what you would do… A few days ago someone from politics said that our society going mad… Thank you, Love, nia

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