when i was little i used to love night time car journeyd. I usedget into my pajammas and snuggle in the car with a pillow and blanket and i used to press my face against the window and watch with awe the cars and lights flash past. It seemed almost magical when, as we where coming up to a city the landscape would light up and glitter in the dark, and the lights would wash away the moon and then, suddenly you where in the countryside, the moon shining in the sky as if it had never been gone, and the world outside my window was so black it could house any number of fantasticle creatures, and then i would fall asleep the the soft lull of the engine and my parents talking and i would be woken by my dads hands lifting me out of the car and we where home. Safe in the thought that near by there was a twinkling hill and a black landscape but not here. Not in my room.