Sometimes the incessant strumming of a chord on a guitar has a music of its own. Like being stuck in a constant argument and relishing it. Like driving a car in a gear that ain't at either end of the limit. You are on cruise control and not in a rush. At peace. In calm. Sometimes like being surrounded by a school of fish. Swirling the water around you. Or like at the edge of a river that is in a hurry. Sometimes like starring at the fast changing flight schedule board at an airport, while you ain't even taking the plane. Or the wipers of a car wiping away turbulent rain on the windshield of a car stationery. In a un-hurry to get somewhere you often pick up thoughts stranded on the middle of your minds highway.