You may think this is the beginning of a Talking Heads song, but, no, it’s just Sky trying to orient himself when he wakes up in the morning. I make coffee, and bring it to him, setting it on the bedside table, helping him into his bathrobe, and adjusting the covers as he sits up and wonders.
I know they’re hallucinations. I really do. How else could you explain the Stairway to Heaven? You could describe what it looks like….
…….. an elegant sparkling walkway curving graciously up and out of sight into the quiet of the Vermont twilight.
Would it help to describe the people there?
Probably not, since any description would soon veer into the “unreal” with the number of people alone. In the meantime, the Stairway keeps steadily disgorging more people, just like the sidewalks of New York.