Sleeping On A Beach In Chong Khae
I’ve had this feeling before of sleeping
on a beach while I am at a little car
wash
in Chong Khae hours away from any ocean.
Like most things up here this is a
family
business. There is Joe, the owner, his father,
and a couple of kids probably from
Myanmar
or Laos.
My wife used to babysit Joe, but
now he is in his thirties, I’d guess.
While I wait I am stretched out on a
broken
sofa under a hay roof. The eaves come down
low and I have to stoop to enter this waiting
room.
There are no walls. The room’s board floor is even
with the cement driveway but it’s on
stilts
to the west. There is tattered green
webbing above
the driveway to keep hot cars from
spotting after
being washed. The webbing gives a beech umbrella
cool tint to the outside world, but this
is Thailand:
green is everywhere.
It’s beech-going weather. The type of weather
you can feel in your bones. Maybe that’s
where my feeling comes from whenever I
am
here waiting for my car. I close my eyes.
The thick hay roof muffles sound. With your ears
close to the ground on beach you hear differently.
I can hear traffic passing the car wash
entrance and
a TV playing nearer my feet, but neither
of these
sounds have anything to do with me. The TV is
broadcasting in French. I can almost follow it,
but It’s like listening to conversation
on another
blanket and I choose not to listen.
I feel a soft Thai breeze and smell the
mist
from the power washer. I feel more at peace
here than any place else I’ve ever been.
Eden
was a garden. Why wasn’t it a beach? In my
mind the horizon spreads as far as the ear
can
hear.
It’s like the sea, beautiful, even, empty.
FG 11/5/2016
No students came today. I am disappointed, but ever since my dog bit
one, attendance has fallen off. I have
also been pretty sick this week, too.
Sigh
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