It was all very lovely and Tempera gave a little sigh of utter contentment as she sat down.
She felt omnipotent, as the gods and goddesses must have felt as they contemplated the human world below Mount Olympus.
She looked up at the stars and said a little prayer of thankfulness that she had been brought quite unexpectedly to this enchanted place.
She knew that this was a moment when she must look, listen and feel as her father had taught her to do.
This was the sort of scene the great Masters had tried to capture, and yet however great their genius even they could not accurately portray the utter perfection of nature.
It made Tempera feel as she had when she looked at the ‘Madonna in the Church’, as if the beauty of it pierced into the very depths of her soul and evoked a response th
