The sun sets one final time over Red House hills on '09 and a decade of discontent is now lost in its own night. But I'm still not coming out of the woods to surrender to information age transparency. Mystery is still an allure that spans generations, even though this one tried to blind it out with LED lights. The screens failed to penetrate the deepest darkness when the sun sets behind the Red House hills. All you see is the shadow and the silloettes of the death season.
