A Hobo's Tale

Last weekend while this hobo was doing what hobo’s do best, traveling, I came across my story of the summer. Let me paint you a picture.

The stretch of road was long and straight; from the closed down Dafoe junction gas bar to Regina. The night sky was unique. The dark troublesome clouds that lay ahead were out shined by the sun behind. As the clouds grew thicker and the sky filled, the sunset did all that it could turning the thinner clouds brown with a peak of pink where the sun actually laid and on the other side a gradient of dark blue to black.

The light dispersed along the cloud and lit the road with a soft but steady glow. It was this light that allowed me to see the road clearly and to see what my future would hold. From the stretch between Dafoe and Southey I could see things on the road. At first I thought they were sticks or leaves but upon sharper eye tweaks I could see them moving.

My conscious mind told me it was wind. My imagination made me stare harder. Then about 20 miles north of Southey my mind turned vocal. I questioned if anyone else had seen the things on the road and if they had noticed them moving. The response was less that fulfilling to my minds eye. As I convinced the others to watch Southey was not so distant.

For five miles I pointed and yelled, ‘Look! There!’ As the highway enters the town limit the speed drops, the things become more apparent. Then to my delight, another passenger shouts ‘They’re Salamanders!’ Alas my hungry imagination was fed.

Now knowing that my eyes did not deceive me I was relaxed. On the other side a little girl sitting in the passenger seat convinced the driver that a Salamander would make a good pet. So I emptied out a juice bottle and the car pulled over. With a quick flip of the lid one Salamander was about to see a new life in captivity.

To Be Continued...