Sunday morning, the sun is shining, peacefully. Ball games in the park, joyfully. The car's being cleaned again, the grass is mowed. A sudden feeling, the wind is building, the clouds are forming.
Is it something in the water. Did it fall from out the sky. I've never known a feeling like it. I wonder why. . I've got the power to stop the race. That way I'm winning and it helps me through the night.