This Time Tomorrow

I received some unsettling news from my family earlier today that prompted me to buy a plane ticket home to Gainesville, GA for tomorrow.

As always, in times of sadness & distress, I seek solace in music. This ditty by the Kinks happened to come on my iPod while I walked home in the cold dark.

This time tomorrow where will we be 

On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea

This time tomorrow what will we know

Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show

I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by

Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it ain't so big at all

This time tomorrow what will we see

Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets

I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see

I feel the world below me looking up at me

Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by

And I'm in perpetual motion and the world below doesn't matter much to me

This time tomorrow where will we be

On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea

This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow

Sometimes music gets it just right.

1/20/09

In the wake of W's re-election in 2004, I posted on this blog an uncouth portrait of him made out of the faces of the fallen soldiers in Iraq. It captured my feeling of disappointment at the time.

Now, a little over four years onward, I'd like to post a hopeful contrast. 

Our 44th President's portrait made of 1000 Japanese origami peace cranes.

"Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America." -- Barrack Obama