Lost between the rocks, And yet, far from forgotten. Grow strong little one.
Colours flood the sky, Tendrils of dreams drift away. A new day begins.
It’s cool, but not cold, It’s light, yet a little dark. I’m standing waiting. …
One frangipani, Beneath the weak Winter sun. Sparkles and shimmers.
Fast, fleeting, and more Than ephemeral beauty. Dewdrop diamond dust.
Stoic sentinels, Bare lava from ancient times. Repurposed nature.
volvereespresso! I am not a connoisseur, But it was so good.
For almost six months, Dean and I have been house sitting in and around the Sunshine…