The full moon lit up the gypsy camp and the sounds of a haunting flute filled the air. It was a sad song filled with longing. For just a moment the hole in my heart opened up and I felt the pain of lost love, but at the same moment our cart hit a rut in the muddy dirt road leading into camp and brought my mind back to reality. We maneuvered around the camp looking for a place to stay, but the circle was closed. There were so many here perhaps I was suppose to write ahead for a wagon .

The camp was now pitch black as the moon slid behind a huge black cloud. Al heavy silence hung over the whole camp, including the flute player. It was starting to rain so I directed Destiny to pull up under a large spreading chestnut tree. After lighting my magic candle we hurriedly put our blankets under the wagon and crawled under to sleep it out tell daylight. It had been a long day and sleep was no problem. Tomorrow I shall�������