After many adventures, I find myself here. Soft, warm, pink, waiting. As tides roll on their never ending course, the secrets have been revealed then buried, and more secrets are created as riddles. Then I watch to see which persons will tackle the new riddles. And I laugh as the riddle changes before they have it completed. The crows and I report back to the moon on our findings, then drink a toast. Then I go back to my research.

professional control freak

Listening closely to the music of the spheres, then harmonizing with primitive objects. Making things that give warmth, comfort and tickle my optical nerves. Watching the trees dance.