(dedicated to my friend Nick Mason) At 18, my parents took me to Kona, Hawaii where (surrounded by miles and miles of black, barren volcanic tranquillity) we visited a coffee plantation:

♥

an observation

Life is a gift...they told me

Her garden is scented with the colours of the Lord: the purples and ochres and flaming reds of salvation. At her feet a shiny beetle skittles through the cut grass,

Just a bit of a laugh but some may find insulting.

Chapter 14 The fall of the watchers, a long time ago

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCk5z29Gzto