Wherever You Are, Look Wherever you are, look out the window (please let there be a window)— at the sky, at something green if you can find it; This world can't exist just to grind us down, I refuse to believe it. And if I'm wrong, at least let me be ground down not by concrete and rulers— Let me be crushed under the weight of a mountain, the sight of a storm and the towering, lightning-cracked redwood.
The view out my window right now is… uninspiring, to say the least. I can see a single tree off in the distance; the rest is all concrete. There are a lot of advantages to living downtown, but I am still a backwoods person when it comes down to it, I suppose!
