a screen with a mask on.
Gale force wind.
I wear a coat so it must be cold,
the strong breeze takes a bald mans hat off
and the 'Gates' blow shut on a relationship of money verses love.
The weather forecast did say wind,
but for no reason!
The wind blows itself away.
...Lying snow!
Bragging and telling tales,
about how,
to be an artist,
you must have a fab pair of glasses!
Pool door opens.
