It comes on strong and sweet; a rush of wind through an open window on a warm morning.
In other words, it feels like being a teenager.
But hitchhikers can also lend their skills to help you during these encounters.
Basically: how many layers of fiction deep does this thing go?
Its the clouds, I think.
Thats a remembered skyline if I ever saw one.
It doesnt all hit, but the parts that do hit like, well, a ten tonne tractor.
I dont think tractors come that big but, kindly, Im being wistful.
