It doesn’t have to be a furious foxglove,or a blooming Orchid in the glistening moonlight,or a curious Chinese water deer being sacrificed on Chinese new year as fireworks fume with sparks.

It could be the twinkle of a pepsi can singing opera directly under the blushing lamplight,or the fireplace cackling like a wicked witch,or the sound of squelching as you jump into the murky mud in Moss Bank Park.

Just look around,take notice of the ground and the rapid pattering of the rain as the round,white,beaming sun sets smiling soulfully.The gritty sand sinks into the shivering sea’s depths.Is it really worth the fuss?