Call of the Valley

Mountain spirits have possessed me. Those jagged, towering, sky challenging, snow-tipped peaks. Impatient, naughty, unruly, yet happy streams. Curvy clean yet so transient-ish roads. Cute dogs and fluffy pups. Simple people. Stark landscapes. Punctuating waterfalls. All these gladden the heart even while I am writing this. This possession is becoming obsessive, for we had set…

Sirens and the Beast

There are Sirens within the roads. Singing, calling for the rider to take to the roads. These are everywhere and not just on Sirenum scopuli/Anthemoessa. These sirens mean well for the travelers  unlike those of the ancient Greece. And their call cannot be ignored by stuffing ears with wax or getting tied up to bedposts…