I gaze out of my window. I see men and women working, tractors tilling the ground and harvesting, milk tankers, logging trucks and general freight finding their destination, school teachers guiding and influencing the young, doctors and nurses repairing the sick and maimed with their skills and love.
Industries and retail and their assistants are hard at work, pleasing my and your needs, working, achieving, encouraging with enthusiasm.
Northland is alive and thriving. "The light."
I need to visit the city.
I approach my destination and park. It is 9am on a Thursday. On the corner is a bench with four people on it. It seems they have nowhere to go and nothing to do, and they are speaking with incoherent voices.