What's it all like: walking in a midnight summer's dream. Where nothing is as it seems, but fireworks blast colors across the minds of people who have yet to see what is to be seen. She is watching and wandering, but never settles. It's moving, but it never feels constant. It's grows, like the child's idea of excitement at playing with a new toy or an older man's whimsical adoration of the passerby. It seemingly integrates itself, and weaves itself through the fabric we hold, together. United We Stand. A great people. A pervasive people. A warm light in a dark night. A character lit from in front of his shadow where dreams go to dance and sing, and everything is never as it seems. That is the character I see.