March winds will blow...

Mr. X wanted to alter his perennial late rising ego. Last night it was actually early to bed and he caught a breathtaking view of the moon. The light was milking his vision through the window glass. It started tracking time to time and left an impingement as a scar in the blue. A hollow facade was punctured every five minutes and left a hole such as in a subway ticket. The moon was rolling on in a circular periphery, as unattained luggages do in a busy airport.

Move on is really an expensive and fuzzy expression. He knows exactly tonight same time same place it will be the same or a dark star.

Where to move on by the way…

I know you rider - from Jorma Kaukonen
(Update :- mistake in the posted song, please take a highway through the Great Divide :) and enjoy this (Phish - 12/02/03))