“… in that silence you could hear wildflower pollen sifting down the bee-fried air.” —Ray Bradbury Like the hollow of a yawn and the
Near the cold stone trough, where tree frogs float sprawled across the surface, beside lurking daddy long legs, the door opens with a
In Munich late summer flowers are very orderly. Hikers ascend the hill from the banks of the blue Ammersee in the fresh air to