When trees will grow, and flowers will blossem people will reach and touch the sky, the autemn breese will bless you and all shall seem a lighter shade of green, all this is an allosioun of the mind, a feeling a base of channel 9.

So please, when the wind turns to grey and nests fall down and feild shots and crowded shops all turn to stone, will you then realise that you must mesmerise the snow.

And the night is young.