As blue shadows are to the moonlit forest, as a sigh is to the wind, 

so are the creatures of this province to the world around them.  Their 

god is harmony, and they move across the meadows and slip through the 

streams with a gentle grace, in endless collaboration with the elements.  

Their rapport is so close, their communion so deep, that they are embodiments 

of the environment, souls of nature made manifest.


Silent and solitary, distant and always receding, these spirits are rarely 

encountered.  But we sense them on the horizon, and our minds 

reach out to touch them.  It is this longing, this unattainable treasure, 

which sparks the imagination and stokes the fire of the creative spirit.