Retreat. Retreat. The armies are advancing in numbers too numerous. Is it fear or anxiety that I may forget the treasure I have found? A weekly reminder is never enough. Retreat to somewhere different, somewhere safe, somewhere over the splash of colours where dreams can be nurtured where foundations can be solidified and where hope can be protected. Once a month, twelve times a year; twelve like the spies that went out on a mission impractical, twelve like the students that spent the rest of their lives finishing the last semester. Twelve like the hours that never stop to ask about job satisfaction and twelve like their evening contemporaries who sleep by day.
