I always loved walking down that hill, gliding over the thrill of your house on the green, a whirl of sky spooling around us. Cruising with my imaginary top down, trying to deny the pretty girls making cotton candy gestures in the afternoon on the sides of little streets, I made great time wondering about the meantime. Golden curls were strung along lampposts, making treacherous blonde tassels as I walked into cool springtime. My buddy and I sauntered along on sunshine and empty promises to the cavernous tavern where slow grooves sapped our drive and ambition and whisked our rewards away from us. You might as well keep writing these letters; they're sailing over the river in the sunshine towards my home. ROYGBIV