The mechanical sound, created by the shutter of their cameras, has become so familiar that to their ears, it is drowned away with sounds of the speeding river, cars trail above head, and the hiss of the aerosol cans doing their jobs. The stale air doing nothing to dampen their moods! All is well.
Where? Where they are doesn't matter.
Why? It isn't important.
But 'who' is the part that matters to them.
"It what's inside that counts!"
Beauty or brains? Nah.
They only want to be able to express themselves when they see the opportunity!
Some want to paint, other want to photograph them doing it!
A few want to cook/bake to their hearts content, others wish to record them doing it!
Some - Tech-Savvy folks!
Others - Musicians that can string a melody together without a second thought!
But it isn't all about having a mastery of a certain skill set, a joyous few of the followers are there simply to absorb and revel in the atmosphere created by the clouds of laughter, mock-arguments, and the serenity gathered simply from being there.
All that truly matters to them, is that they can get along together.
