" This is a call I can't ignore, the one of nature, of a walk. I perceive it rarely enough to ignore the longing of nostalgia, for wet bitumen, for funny shaped clouds and feelings of green blades. The promise of a delicious hot tea makes me turn from the window, heading for the door. Unaware of what awaits me, what lurks in the shape of the waves. The call of imagination is mine to follow for now."