It has long been that I have stopped trying to calm the storm, the storm blows with fury about me and while I try to calm myself waiting for it to blow itself out I find this process is not productive. And then I think back and wonder why the storm didn't blow in my favour. And then I chastise myself for staring down into the well of self pity. Self pity is never the route to productivity. But soon this storm will blow away.
 No farewell words
  No farewell words
While I drove you to the airport I thought...