Pink, yellow and red fill the sky, thunder crashes! The skies open…—Ignoring its own fear, a squirrel runs past the stranger, an outsider of the swamp.  —a feeble attempt to preserve its own life. —The beat of a wing in the visitors ear, indicates the almost silent flight of an owl as it approaches its prey. A multitude of colors fill the sky, the storms fury rages on! The owl tirelessly searching… the squirrel perched, stands perfectly still… the visitor not knowing if it’s the changing of seasons, or a magical moment— meant only for him…The squirrel climbs, climbs, climbs , its own storm raging on…