I stumbled for days through storm torn ravines. Clambering up and downmountine sides. A sole spectator tothe treasures of mother nature. Coming into a valley of trees the evening sun lenghtened shadows so suddenly darkness surrounded me. It was time to rest flickering flames of a fire reflected on a lake's water's edge. A french sheperd tendered his needs seeing me he offered wina and bread. We spoke eith the language of silent men knowing each other as friendly spirits. In the dawn light there was no sound of a sheperd stiring. It seemed he had long disappeared. My eyes searched for fire ashes. Perhaps it was a dream yet bredcrumds and wine fragrance still clung to the corners of my mouth.