Today. This morning. Not too long ago. I was waiting at a red light. Sitting in my car. Waiting. A priest was in his car behind me. I saw him in my rearview mirror. There was a homeless man painting a portrait on the side of the road. He didn't seem to have a care in the world besides painting his picture. I sat in my car. I waited. I thought about many things. Mostly thoughts about where I've been, and what's to come. Will I ever be satisfied with the present? Stuff like that. This song was playing on the radio. The light turned green. I drove on ahead.
California you're my present.
California you're my present.
