Can't really say why but certain images do that. Something about the lighting perhaps, I don't know. I can look out my kitchen window sometimes now when it's partly cloudy and experience the same feeling. It was early on a Saturday morning in `69. I was cleaning the swimming pool of some really rich people in Ft. Worth. The part of town where the old money was, really big, old mansions. I remember the pool was on a high point of ground where you could see off in the distance a good bit. Life was good. Just a flashback but wierd that it's always the same one.
