The sound was deafening, they perched on a wooden gantry on the side of the gorge and watched the furious torrent of water thundering down thirty feet or more
Walking alone through the Kentish woodland one quiet Sunday, I stepped off the path for no apparent reason and made my way deeper and deeper into the trees. I found a glade
Fill he woods with music and let it lift me, up the great trunks, past the boughs, through the leaves and into the blue sky above, so I can see clearly all that
A while ago the FBI called in a celebrated Indian tracker to analyze the marks left in the desert by two people suspected of taking delivery of a large quantity of illegal drugs.
If the world were as it was, filled with towering unconquered mountains, its valleys soft with mist and forests thick with silent trees. If its rivers ran clean, its seas were blue