Just some idle thoughts from my mind, things that drift and weep as they pass, sometimes they laugh and cackle, other times they are warm and kind. But all come, and go, like pirate ships in the night raiding spanish wig trading ships or a spice merchant. But it's not warm like the Caribbean, it's cold like the northern winds of the Klondike, or the ice flows of Barrow, Alaska. Great things swim in the wind and seas of my mind, give them a look why don't you?