Thoughts...

It was the night of the Blood Red Moon. The countryside lay drenched in milky white heavenliness.The Baul's music - created for the simple joy of creation, floated in through the haze of VitG into the core of my grey cells as the Lead sketched away on the art paper, trying to capture the ethereal voice onto a two dimensional medium and failing with every stroke.

There are still well-hidden corners of the world where the Beauty of Gaia remains safe from the vagaries of civilisation. The rape and plunder of the caveman's innocence has not yet occurred in these tiny realms.The trees can still whisper unsaid secrets into your ears with the coolest voice of the most sprightly North wind. The paths of the eternal vagabond run ahead of her in the color of the red earth. Her feet are Red and her mind Free.