part 1

There is a time of the season, in middle America, when the clouds are heavy.
By heavy, I mean thick.
Thick to cover the sun.
Without rain.
It was under that sky that I sat alone.
Well, it was under every sky that I sat alone.
A sad silhouette staring out of a second floor library window.
I was wearing Levi's.
They were tight.
I saw not a future.
I lived not a past.
I was me.
But this is for you.
Why?  Why would you care about a single moment in a college library, wearing Levi's, gazing at a busy, yet lonely landscape...