Hello Terra Lunatics, to paraphrase F. Scott Fitzgerald somewhat, and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves soon growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, we have that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. Get your mouth ready…

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul blows through like a wind, and here where we live, will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table…
―Pablo Neruda