"That’s what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky."
People don’t come to see freaks of the heat of the day. They come in the evening. When the darkness moves in and speaks of mystery. The unknown. When logic loosen up its vice grip and the imagination comes out to play. The night allows the stars to shine and we come alive.
You got to promise me you're going to take care of her.