There once was a rather nervous fellow. When near the marsh, he felt more mellow. While others loved the lights of the city, he found the moonlit marsh quite pretty. Still others were drawn to the shimmer of the sea, but by the matte finished marsh he'd rather be. When most would gaze at the bright blue sky, the marsh's chartreuse film caught his eye. Many danced in the day, but he waltzed in the night, just because it felt so real and right. The busied pace and brassy decor, of all things bold made him want more - not more in the way of what fits in your palm but more in the way of a sense of calm. There once was a rather nervous fellow. When near the marsh, he felt more mellow.