so there I sat, under the elder chorus tree. not only was I eating it's fruit but drawing too. the flecks dancing and sounding me with curiosity in my art and mischief as the got in between me and my page. "Hey, I'm working on something-" I gently shooed the flecks. I was drawing him again, the monster with pale yellow skin, dark spots, those beetle like wings- and beautiful, kind, piercing purple eyes.