Looking out my window into the darkness, I long for the open savanna. I think I can smell a wildebeest. And I want to eat it. Now.
This photo was taken by our friend, Das. He makes sure I have peacock feathers to devour and brings me other treats sometimes, too. If you like music, custom bamboo flutes, poetry or groovy photo headers, check out fantasyflutes.wordpress.com. (My typist made his header and set up his website. It is cool.)