With their souls of patent leather they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal where they breathe they impose silence of dark rubber and fear of fine sand.
What better model of a synthesis than a nocturnal dream? Dreams simplify don't they?
All architecture is great architecture after sunset perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art like the art of fireworks.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire in magnitude at least but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.