evening spirits

    Lohbado wandered a country road at dusk. Crimson, purple and silver clouds arced above the horizon. A reverence for the cosmos filled Lohbado’s heart. Two women approached from across a field of wheat. They had dark eyes and black hair. They smiled at Lohbado and began singing a sinuous diachromatic song in a strange language, unusual sound combinations. Deep clicking in the throat and high vibrations from the cheek bones heightened the supernatural impression of their hallucinogenic duet. The exquisite beauty of their performance brought tears to his eyes.

    He waited for them to finish. A few hundred questions flooded his mind. As he was about to speak, they dissolved into mist. They vanished into the clouds.