Stokowski was not deaf, nor Disney blind, when they set music to image so sublime in the forest Fantasia….

And fitting it seems,

That my first step into this surrealistic scene

Invokes the lust imbibed by the Rites of Spring

The seaside bluff shrouded under a murky veil

I awaken from thick damp slumber,

Irritated as hell

Perched cliff side

At the precipice of land and frantic sea

The craggy granite face on which I stand

Collides and Ignites white burst all about me