The night is quickly approaching.
It is a time when dreams come true and unwritten stories are waiting to be told. They swirl in colors and become as a mist spinning like a color wheel on an artist palette.
The birds go to their nest hoping that the eggs hatch in the morning and we may hear their song.
The night whispers stories hopeful that we hear them, believe in them and Strong Ink will decorate our paper with possibilities, mysteries, and storytelling.
We wait and pause holding on to them for one more moment…. Then we shall unleash them!!!!