... what we're doing right now (OK... a couple o' few minutes ago, anyhoo)? Here's a clue:
Today is one of those days that make living on The High Plains of New Mexico worthwhile. Which is to say it's a most beautiful day, indeed. The sort of day that makes sitting outside with a cigar and a suitable libation... in this case a couple o' Fat Tires... almost mandatory.
Our windows are open wide and we're being entertained during Happy Hour by the five-cent profundities of Van Morrison, the Allman Bros, and various and sundry other rock 'n' roll philosophers. Which, of course, brings back memories of Former Happy Days, interspersed with ruminations on the perfection of nature's architecture... made all the more evident by the skeletal form our trees have taken on in winter.
That... and thoughts about "who are those people and where are they going?" I don't think it's where I'm thinkin' it is or might be... coz the direction is all wrong. But that doesn't mean the occupants of that aluminum tube streaking along in the ether so far above me can't make a connection once they arrive at LAX, does it? I prefer to believe they ARE heading off in this direction, as it suits my fantasy at the moment:
"Sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low..." Ah... an objective, to be sure. Soon. Very soon.