dah-dah-dah-dahhh

Arriving
and
being
whisked
away
in
a
67'
Buick
Riveria
nicknamed
Silver
Cloud
the
silver
leather
upholestry
still
holding
warmth
with
window
down
and
desert
wind
rushing
in
my
ears;
The
thaw
began.
Sun
warmed
my
bones
and
magazines
piled
next
to
me.
There
was
friendship
picked
right
up
where
it
had
been
left.
And
laughter.
Lots
of
laughter.
Good
food
and
wine.
And
time
just
slightly
passed
until
I
folded
up
the
sun
in
a
neat
little
package
and
slipped
it
into
my
pocket.
And
cascaded
back
home,
unwrapped
it,
and
its
spirit
settled
in
a
place
where
I
knew
it
would
be
for
awhile.
And
under
my
breath
I
hum,
"Here
comes
the
sun."
And
then,
audibly
sing,
"dah-
dah-
dah-
dahhh."