Gladly will I avail of this public private space, knowing that only google are watching, free to anyone, true to the torment that inspires. The winter looms large on our deep horizon, red skies in the evening, turquoise night, moonlight and frost gleaming; the scene is set, who will enter? A boy, handsome, shy, good-natured, curious, nose twitching, eyes wide with interest. A woman's voice, shrill, he disappears. Evidently not daring. Go to.