As this man stood outside of downtown Nashville skyscraper at midnight he told me that we were standing in a desert. His sandy blonde hair floated in the breeze as he went on to tell me about his spaceship and then pointed to the window of a nearby business. Inside was a computer that had a screen saver of a commercial jet on it. He said that was his spaceship.
Upon further discussion, he said he owns downtown Nashville which he calls a park... in the desert. He then said that he was an undercover detective.
At the close of our talk he shook my hand and quietly disappeared into the night.
I really love hearing these types of stories. If only I could live in my imagination at times. I'm sure it would be a great escape.