Mongolia

There was a strong wind on the steppes that day, but I did not feel the chill. The blue sea sky was only blemished by a single white cloud in the east. It could have been my lack of sleep or my delusions of grandeur but I had a vision that cool desolate afternoon. Looking out upon the endless miles of rolling grassy knolls, I felt a kinsman ship with Genghis Khan ready to lead the Mongols over the great wall into the heart of the Han empire to ransack the heart of the dynasty. The thought also occurred to me that I could be a Russian premier, smashing my shoe down on the table, telling the United States I will crush them. Power, pure and unaltered, This is one cool coat.