Here comes the sun...

The mountains in their deep black-green add to the misty jungle ambience as the palms stretch in verdant revival and the pavement shines in brief hopefulness. The cotton clouds breaking over the sparkling water and then hanging wistfully to the craggy peaks... A warm radiance spreads about and filters a deep golden hue through my bedroom door, calling to the plants that lean in aching desire for the sun.

I will be singing again, it has been decided. And once again my efforts to go to the cinema have been thwarted. And once again classes have begun and I am full of possibility, like a virgin on her wedding night...