The luminous mountain peak ascends the sombre depths of the valley.
The troopers’ beacon of light is their loving heart directed by an open mind.
Onwards we troop on this lonely road, into the foggy bliss of the unknown.
The pace held steady by a watchful eye and unwavering faith.
Long is this path yet never are we lost as our shadows find solace in their fellows.
Onwards we troop.
Mysterious lies.
Divine doodles.
Spy the skull of a fox.
Love,
Cherrie Fox.

















