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| From the west shore of Lake Winnebago |
First of all, going from the Eastern to Central time zone may not seem like much. But it was one of the strangest sensations of going back in time, ever so slightly, when I arrived at my destination early Saturday morning, just before daybreak. When morning light comes an hour earlier, it's noticeable. As if the sun is eagerly trying to wake you up and invite you to breakfast.
It was also quite beautiful. Like a lyric from a Kate Bush song - 'you must wake up!' - I was a special guest at the sun's morning table as I watched the sun rise over Lake Winnebago. I began to understand the relaxed culture of a small Wisconsin lake town.
On Saturday night, the time changed. By Sunday morning it was the same time for me as it was Friday night. My internal rhythm was almost certain everything was fine, but felt off center and had become deeply suspicious of human inventions of time.
Sometime late Sunday, I began the drive home. On a dark highway somewhere near Michigan City, I traveled what felt like two hours into the future when I finally 'crossed over'. it was very disorienting. As my mind wandered while I drove, I thought about the nature of time travel while I was traveling in my time travel device across time zones.
But this was not the sole extent of my time de-sensory weekend experience, oh no. It turned out that I had mistakenly arrived an entire weekend too early, because for some reason, the text messages I had exchanged with a friend did not all go through -- and we didn't realize this until I got there and we could literally compare notes. Our entire conversation had missing lines we knew nothing about.
Talk about a weird time continuum, or loop. What the hell was that anyway? It's a challenge to even figure out how to write this story.
Moral of the story -- call first, or time will tell after first messing with your head for fun.
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| A fishing pier occupied by waterfowl unconcerned with time on Lake Winnebago |
