Anybody ever wanted to jump to the moon?
Grab hold of a shooting star and then scream like a loon.
Anybody ever wanted to run naked outside during an exotic Asiatic monsoon?
Spin like a whirling top around and around till you dropped, saturated, drenched by a sultry Mandalay rain.

Ever wanted to drop like a stone into a clear blue ocean, test the theory that drowning is merely a scaremonger’s notion?
No, well, what about skipping over clouds, cooing and laughing at storks flying by with newborn babes.
Maybe run off a cliff and surf on a jet stream all the way to a mysterious hidden Caribbean bay.

Do you dream, does your imagination run rife; does it still, did it ever? If the answer is no then I beg of you to try find or regain… and look for the thrill, of captains and kings, of horses with wings, pirates in galleons and dark tall towers on top of mysterious beach shored hills.
Think of magic and wishes, of genies and jinns, marvel at sumptuous treasures hidden away in forgotten caves, gasp in horror while standing alone by the door of the house on the hill.

And has anybody…

Er........

Hellooooo!!

Is anybody there?

Someone…surely

???????.......

Anybody?