“The Valley of the Flowers-Part 2”
“After refreshing himself with some water taken from the stream running along the pathway, Theo continued forward. He reached a confluence of hillsides completely covered, in all directions, for a distance of at least a quarter mile, with pale orange, lemon-yellow, lavender-blue, and bright tangerine-hued flowers. The perfume of these flowers overpowered him. Their combined […]
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“As he moved slowly forward, feeling more like a weightless spirit than a physical body, the seeker caught his first whiffs of the Valley’s scents. The perfumes of wildflowers, wild rose bushes, and wild strawberries wafted up and into his nostrils. Having always been highly susceptible to fragrance, he stopped walking and closed his eyes, […]
Continue reading“Daphnis and Chloe”
“After a few minutes, Ravel’s ‘Daphnis et Chloé’ sounded from the red-nosed Magnavox stereo. This music enthralled her. In it she heard the world awakening from its dark-night slumbers. The composer had somehow managed to eavesdrop on nature herself, so that he could audibly portray her first twinklings of dawning awareness, the hypnopompic images that […]
Continue reading“Nature the Magician”
“Nature now exerted her delicate transformational power on the man. He evanesced like the foam on the beach before him. Devoid of thought, he sat enthralled by the spectacle of nature simply being her exquisite self. The deep sighs of the tide lulled him; the tender, lovable blue-green of the water transfixed him; the silently […]
Continue reading“The Sea Cave”
“On one especially resplendent morning, Theo sat in his favorite hiding place at the beach, marveling at the scene by which he had been swallowed up like a speck of dust within a cosmos. He sat in the entrance of a cave carved out of a cliffside by the skilled sculpting action of ceaseless waves. […]
Continue reading“Santa Cruz”
“Small coves, whose pellucid green water revealed every detail of their bottoms, seemed about to yield up, at any moment, a lovely mermaid, her locks dripping, her tail slowly waving in contentment. Theo would round a curve and encounter a Monterey pine or cypress, hiding in its branches a cacophony of invisible birds. He would […]
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