Today I had the privelege of watching my youngest son fall asleep in front of me, among a pile of pillows on the floor. The house was quiet, the air conditioner off. Classical piano danced in the corner, quietly out of the radio. The wind rattled the patio door in its tracks. The ceiling fan whirled and jiggled. A car passed below, its exhaust note deep.

Ain't got to be fast.
Just got to be goin' somewhere.