Cathedral of White

It is a grand stage like none other
easily understood as a place of limitless
distractions, the setting peerless in its
design, the habitues, feathered, furred
and scaled, fascinating in their thespian 
qualities of excellence. Vanity, a flair 
for the dramatic and raw showmanship 
are not exclusively human traits for we 
come by them in the most natural of ways, 
endowed by the universal mistress of 
existence, space and time. The forest so 
recently displayed itself in the gaudy 
colours of autumn, all the golds and greens, 
scarlet, orange and bronzes eliciting  
!Ahs and !Ohs from her immense admiring 
public. Boredom is yet another commonly 
shared trait and so in a fit of spleen and 
unseemly pique,  chose to cast off the 
splendour of vibrant colour. In its place 
the glitz and glamour of an overstated
absence of colour with the overwhelming
presence of startling, dazzling, scintillating
white as the forest transformed itself into
a vast cathedral of brilliant hubristic light.