Here on the shores of Jervis Bay … in the last days of winter, the offshore wind paints the water with the softness of an airbrush. In times like these you dream of Spring.
“The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness.”
― Carlos Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan
Inspired by Ailsa’s Travel Theme …. Mellow