everybody look what's goin' down
I'm learning quiet, but I'm not learning it well. I like words so much; I like to sit with you and make cats' cradles of them, twisting mine into and around and under yours. I like to listen, and I like to watch you listen back.
This job is a crash course in quiet - silent drives under wide-open sky. The stars are staggering, set moonlessly above a nothing sort of town, and remind me that:
1. I am teensy.
2. This too shall pass.
It's one in the morning, and I need to be up at five. Time to drift deeper.