when I reach 4200 I may know the answer
I could be the answer
from a great height
The fall of rain on an autumn face, evicting, depicting the shapes of people looking for a warm, dry place to have some coffee and a chat or two. The street is paved with water, like a river to an ocean full of tempestuous freedom, which gives birth to the sun every morning or so. It's not one who's moving, but the Earth spinning round, bringing sheep-like revolts in the form of clouds to bring down rain drops on the face of a man who still looks at the stars.