The dance

Just a couple of weeks ago I was in a car with my sister, her infant son, a lovely lady from the university and her 12 years old daughter. My nephew was grumpy and it was already dark at four, and he was crying like his heart was broken. My sister was driving and could only put on bob dylan to sooth his sorrows. The rest of us were sitting quietly wondering how to help... After a while we all just listened to dylan, and watched the eerie sky outside and the cold november scenery... And this is what we saw... Or so I'd like to think.