I come to you, so silent in the night

So stealthy, so animal quiet...

I haven’t heard this in years. Anyone beside Mick who tries to sing ER ends up sounding like an Idol reject. Knowing didn’t stop me from belting it during the morning commute, though, as proudly as I could.

I feel light. Young. Nothing can touch me. I’m hovering above the inside with forward momentum. I could question the reasons why, like maybe it's because I’ve gotten more physically active of late or that spring is in the air.

But, words seem pretentious, today, and I’ve no desire to be analytical.

I'd rather be riding across the desert ... on a fine Arab charrrrger.