Four, three, two, one...
Earth below us,
Drifting,
Falling.
Floating weightless,
Calling, calling -- Home.
I'm having a flashback sunday, man. Fantastic day, too. Book contract lawyer meeting turned into a roof party in DC with about 15 people, which was half-planned.
The subject of the contract is reading this, so he can feel comfy in the knowledge that everthing is being pounded out in a drunken haze on a perfect day in DC, the Cathedral dominating the perfect blue sky. It's a powerful occasion, man. Coming, coming home...home...home...
Or, since we're in DC...
I see the clouds that move across the sky.
I see the wind that moves the clouds away.
It moves the clouds over by the building.
The building I want to live in.
..............
I see the States across this big nation.
I see the laws made in Washington, DC.
I think of the ones I consider my favorites.
I think of the people that are working for me...