it would be so easy to let go, to drop into the dim brown world of mud, of water weeds fine as hair.

Song for a somber evening.

sometimes I imagine the forest as the mystical perpetual world of great trees as the ones in the fairy tales. Sometimes I imagine that everything is of so great power. A human is extraneous, who inerferes to a marvelous melody of world's harmony.

     regards,
sleepless Calista.