song title / idea

"the shifting landing strips of her affection"

picture a clear day, rolling hills of green trees and farmland, all seen from thousands of feet up, and a landing strip that keeps moving around, wiggling, and a frenzied ameteur pilot, wiping sweat from his forehead, gripping the controls tightly, tapping on guages and dials, who has taken off on his own for the very first time, but is running low on fuel, and trying to land, with a diffident/devious air traffic controller on the other end of the line, giving mixed signals, ambiguous instructions, and alternately yelling at and apoligizing in the same breath...

this, my friend, is love.