kaishahowell

    Her bright hair dances around her head as the flames throw shadow into the clearing. I watch with interest as the small gathering grows larger and larger, music elevating the gyrations of the slender bodies near emaciated with malnourishment. This is their one day, the one twenty-four hour period of enjoyment they allow themselves in the season of harvest. Not quite done tilling and sowing next year’s crop, more work ahead but enough done to take a small rest. A single night of revelry.            It reminds me of our own revels, but the human sphere of consciousness is far restricted, they cannot ever fully allow their minds to t