We are summer people, all seasons people. Howling, prowling, hallelujah people.
People with pets and houseplants, debts, and dances with wolves.
Punk rock people, easy-listening people.
People of solitude, people rocking Budokan.
Heart flutter and double step, roughneck and smooth-talking people.
Tribal people, marginalized people.
People of the machine, people who’ve built their dreams by hand.
Extraordinary people, earth-loving people. People that create new sounds from alphabet soup.
People that find sanctuary in the revolutionary. People that write beyond the margins and read between the lines.
People of Socratic minds and mismatched socks. 3-piece suit at the office people, working from home in pajamas people.
People of equanimity, people much deeper than surface reality.
People that don’t need a GPS to find home, people that live in the zip code of hello.