From A Western Capitol Hill:
A mandala-like pattern spins. In his mind’s eye, Garrett finds himself back at the Capitol. He rises skywards towards the Capitol dome, up past the portraits of the Presidents of the United States on the third floor. Like saltwater taffy impersonating Chubby Checker, his brain twists, twists, and twists again. His mind whirls like a Dervish on a merry-go-round.