Untitled - January 19, 2002 The pure silence lulls - rocking gently against the beckoning sleep. As breathing slows and the night deepens - other sounds replace the bustle of the daylight living. It's with a slow, gradual detachment of the mind from the worries of the day that dreams become the norm once more. Floating from one dream cloud to the next, everything gains an ethereal shadow - muting all the coloured tones of the mind.