May 2010
1 post
Humming birds.
I’m in a sort of small valley, lying on my side on the grass. All the colours around me are fantasically bright, brighter than they look even in the summer. There was a small river running through the bottom of the valley just below me and the whole place was splattered with hobiscus flowers, which I remember as being a violent pink. In the sky, instead of sea gulls or pigeons, there were...
