Playing in the water like an otter. I must ponder. What is yonder the pond of this playful song that I'm saying not long but short. This is Colbert Report. That sort. Inclined to flirt with life in spite of what contradicts light and love. The Above is channeling the Below and you now must know that this otter soul is driving while rhyming in stagnant Seattle traffic. Not frantic. Just prancing dancing laughing clapping and having a real good time with writing these lines and minding everyone's business to merge with isness and absolutely savor existence. Hint-hint...