The Airportline: Observations

No one is trying to sue me for crashing into a car anymore. There are still stupid people in the world, they are just not trying to get money from me. Right now. I write fast but I listen to slow music. Spiritualized does not rush, instead they sound like they are standing in the middle of a late summer haze on the American west coast. It so sound heavy and light at the same time, and I am not sure that is what I am looking for in music but right now it feels pretty good. I've been running, through documents, through cities, through my mind and here on the other side the sun is shining and the summer I declared being over exactly two weeks ago is still here. I just never paid attention to it. But it stayed, throwing sunbeams at me, trying to get me out to a park. But I said no. But on Wednesday it is suppose to be 28 degrees. Then me and summer will hang out again. Like old friends that passed each other by to many times without giving each other time.