Imagine

 

Imagine driving 90 minutes to travel 30 miles,

Imagine driving south for 123 miles then going east for another 75 miles, into the snow, in June, in San Diego county.

Imagine a rooftop in August, and your meter reads 123 degrees,

Imagine being on a lift 60 feet in the air knocking Icicles from a tall building.

Imagine an Arizona Dawn, driving to Kingman, Blue, Gold and Green.

Imagine the green tunnels of Michigan, up North is wonderful,

Imagine loving friends you never met,

Imagine love lost.

Imagine green fields for dogs and discs,

Imagine all the things that we have lost,

And all the things we have,

And will together, be friends