And yes, it is raining...and I feel some of the lyrics melancholy, though without as good a reason.
I used to like to sit at the end of runways, or at the little restaurants many municipal airports have--I'm thinking this moment of PDK (Peachtree DeKalb's) little grill--or the (off the property, but just barely) 57th Figther Group. Nothing better than their stomach-popping Sunday buffet and a morning of "name that airplane." There have been others, over the years.
Have I let air and space go? Why?
