BOHEMIA

Summer’s golden radiance sparkled through the lush and glistening canopy, dappling the paths and roads throughout the village like sky-jewels reflected on every willing surface. The villagers were relaxed, deeply comforted in the knowledge that all around them was in-harmony.

Recent and spectacular Spring rains had hydrated the forest so well, that it shimmered with a festival of luscious flowers and fruits and all was cool in the shade. Powerful Owls and Tawny Frogmouths readied themselves for an evening’s grand ballet of swooping onto the silvery, moonlit roads below.

A quiet, silken drift of time between day and night peacefully unfolded, and the chiming symphony of Bellbirds dwindled down to several hushed and fading tinkles as they settled into their branches and hollows in the dusk light.

It was the still point of the evening star. A time for stories, for songs, for poetry and for love…. the greatest drama of all.