descend ascend descend

Flock of birds, in da sky, flying south, they know dis place will die. And I wish they could take me with them, but I would not be accepted, 'cuz I can't dance the funky chicken, I can't dance the funky chicken...

This weekend I climbed high the buttresses and 

watched from my perch 

therese and tammy and jens play

i'm a little lost

higher power

cold swedish winter

And this weekend I wished I was closer, 

and for more lukewarm English beer

and I wished so hard for the absence 

of the inherent reality of a long drive home,

and the subsequent descent as earth clings to frozen feet.