Palenque Memories

I long for the jungle of Palenque and that rich, pungent aroma of Mayan pyramids. I long for my writing table there, encompassed by hungry flora, seduced by hummingbirds, lulled by images too sublime to recreate in words or graphite or oil. I long to return to that timeless place.

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

 ---Rudyard Kipling