Guitar strings, piano chords, Elvis, Elton, Eric... some harmony! The day begins to darken outside, as pin pricks of window lights flicker on one by one. Harmony.

I am beginning to discover the labyrinthian existence of blogs. There are those which will talk of the colour of underwear, the taste of yesterday's lunch or abstractions that bring splashes of rainbow colours to mind. There are pained souls, lusting minds or nostalgic memories. It is a world by itself, with it's own set of the biazzare and the boring.

In fact, it is a reflection of the world that we pass by everyday... a mirror. Just that here we don't see them - their clothes, the dogs that they take out for walks, the shopping bags that they carry, the ring of their laughter. Here there are just the thoughts - free of the physical being, the constraints of the body. And they take flight with the wind of freedom beneath their wings.

Actually, it takes a little getting-used-to. So tuned the senses are to fences that when they cease to exist the senses are a tad bit overwhelmed. (I don't know why but suddenly it feels like being able to open you eyes under water in a swimming pool, where you can just see peoples' legs instead of their faces and the world seems to have turned a hazy - slightly chlorinated - blue!)

So here's to the new world with uncountable colours - a little hazy (with chlorine?) - populated with thoughts-without-faces!