I want to be where the talk of the town is about last night when the sun went down,
Yeah, and the trees all dance and the warm wind blows in that same old sound.
And the water below gives a gift to the sky,
And the clouds give back every time they cry,
And if the sun comes out, I’ll paint a picture all about the colors I’ve been dreaming of…
The hours just don’t seem enough to put it all together…
(Thank you, Jack Johnson, for your beautiful song. I cry every time I hear it. Yeah, I’m a sap like that. Last night’s rain, today’s glorious silver sky, and the beauty of my garden this morning inspired the connection.)