Where It All Goes Down
Imagine a poet sitting out in a field on a warm but breezy summer day, contemplating the nature of existence and jotting down some poetic philosophy. We imagine it’s kind of like the weather when Newton sat under a tree and an apple fell on his head. This is thinkin’ weather. Anyway, even if the weather can get annoying, with bursts of heat and moments of shade, the sun eventually shines through the clouds.