I was sitting outside, somewhere dark in the woods to perhaps inspire my writing. A warm glow of a lamp by my side as I sit on an old but sturdy log. The light dances across my clean shaven face and my hair is pulled into a short brown ponytail. Little hairs dance across my forehead but they don’t seem to distract me much. But what does is when I look up and I see you alone in the woods. I look up in fascination Mon Dieu. I whisper They are a sight…