Siesta on an old friend, after a spell of crazy insomnia* the woods are calling, soothing to the soul, pen & paper in one pocket* mushroom basket and knife, Shiva by my side* small camera on my phone only small trace of technology lost in time & thought*
Seconds become hours in a blink of an eye, the sun is setting and it is time to say goodbye for now at least to this place of peace!