I have seen windows dusty of sand from the Sahara. The southern wind carries the sand over the sea and becomes dust. On windows. In your hair. I have seen a spectacular moon. I have walked in the middle of the road at night. Just because you can. In London. I have seen a beautiful door. One day I wish to have a front door like this. Yes, the image is slightly skew. I must at that precise moment have been slightly skew myself. I have listened to Harper Simon.