In dreams the world keeps going 'round and 'round

The 21st-century, vacuous, vacuuming, echo chamber isn't good for someone who is living in their mind a lot. There's too much information, sure, but it's what's unsaid that's worse, the impulses behind any pronouncement. The contextless void.

What we need is old-fashioned back-porch jawing and justifications, sipping on cheap wine coolers from around the corner. Those times are missed. People looking at people.

You let your mind out somewhere down the road

This one comes directly from the indoor/outdoor pool at the YWCA on Cross Keys Road, the week-long day camp that my cousin and I attended thanks to the largesse of my grandmother. There was this song on some tinny transistor or other, and (somehow?) the chance to see the That pool was enormous. Want to swim inside? Cool. Want to run and jump in in the sunshine? You got it.

I can't remember ever going in the winter, though we could have.

Touching the hearts of those who feel

I miss it already.

Looks like we're ridin' on the same train

Next week will be better.

Warm summer breeze blows endlessly