You don’t need an LSD when water starts to play with sun and sky.
Terrace of my house is facing west. Sunset is a gift, I can capture each night with my mind’s eye and the camera lens. There are no two similar sunsets.
I look up, and there they are. Palm trees of the northern seas – the pines. Ascending straight towards the sun. No compromises, just a confident backbone.
Dry reeds rub the riffs of wind, sifting sound of golden sand.