Dreaming trees at dawn in the jungles of India. When I was barely awake in the early winter morning, these jungle trees were also waking up from their slumber. The misty, gossamer light, golden and amber. If you're seeing this on a phone, please see in landscape mode.

Forty summers I have seen Some like a touch of velveteen Others like the sting of guillotine Watching, catching Creatures of the dark like Constantine While an angel watched Like a mother from Magdalene I went searching of a tambourine Empty streets await, they said It was all foreseen How

A lake in the Satpuda forest. The hues of the grass: from dried brown to fresh green to burnt green to foggy blue.