Welcome to the Blue and the Pink

A long, long time ago, I met a traveling comet that the only thing it liked to do was: scratching out skies at high-speed in direction to unknown locations. it was very hurried - never had time to finish a conversation...





however, it liked a lot to hear stories about the earth and the water and… the trees that are the highest things capable to touch the skies and to speak to the ears of comets.







one day I told the story of a flying squirrel that launched from a gigantic tree and it never stopped flying... nobody saw it again... everyone say that started to live in the stars. but the comet didn’t know it… from where it came, it had already heard to speak about flying elephants and dragons... but it didn't know any flying squirrel and much less than inhabited in the stars...