The eye'z of winter are upon us !

With the cold winter winds of the west blowing gently across my face. I think the time is here for all, for all good people to break out the down and let it blow. Blow baby blow! Ah yes the cold clean air of the North. Whistling through my ears like the sounds of a harp, crisp and clear. Only for me to know which way to go. Which way to go.

Now we must wait for the fluffy white stuff to silence these gentle winds of the west. To see what is next in this life of ours. To wish upon these winds is only to wonder of the magic in the air. As we stir the mix of life. Only to find the answers we are looking for. So do not be afraid of these winds for they will bring the answer we so long for. So ask I say ! Listen for these answesr for they shall come with the winds of time. Through your hair with a gentle calming feeling of life.

To be seen and heard is only to ask these gentle wind'z of time!