Creatures of the night sadden the day and sully the breath of the wind that blows in renewed vigour across the enormity of the season.  So too comes clarity and now I shall climb within the cage of words and watch the door close. Slowly within its reassuring bars of democracy, the fog of jingoism shall clear and I shall look into the eyes of all the free spirits trapped here with me. But I wonder how did they fit so many others in here; and what will happen if we all start to sing for freedom together?