The road to the throne begins with the new reaching and the fading light. When the lavender smells waft, when the plantlings are drinking, when the daily departures and drop offs disturb the sweet sounds of stillness. When the vistas, the scenery, the trails call ‘Come higher. Reach above. See what you can see, in our Bolivian valley.’
Cold crisp walks along the river thames at sundown with temperatures falling. Cool colors on the water's surface, white winter berries, sunlight on tufts of thick vibrant grass, and canal boats sleeping in the distance.
Morning sun chases away the chill and lights up a bolder. Light creeps into the valley as the Joshua trees dotting the landscape stir and begin their shape shifting dance in golden light beams.