It's always near. It's just our concept of time is screwed up. I don't think we'll see too many rising into the clouds around B-town. If I believed that crap, I would have a slug of your brew.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. ~Rumi~
I'll join you
~BURPS~ a lot!!!