Under the fierce moonlight I see you against my door. Tomorrow is going to be a day of endless possibilities. I'm familiarising myself with people from the long-lost past, taking chances, leaps off cliffs.. into oceans. Because sometimes things don't go as planned. Cream melts off the ice, caps slide off the sweaty foreheads of little boys. And maybe tomorrow will be like that. But I will tog myself out in my polka-dotted, knitted cardigan best and keep the water running. It's crouching tiger, really not hidden dragon.