between high green mountains and deep blue sea.

past watermelon fields and butts of people working in their fields, past ancient ruins of roman walls akin to stonehenge. lots of stucco crumbling into the sea, clay colors in hot roman sun.
graffiti akin to new york. cacti, trees like a finger pointing green to the sky, palm trees thick and strong not those spindly sickly things in florida.
mountains with fountains underneath keeping the crop alive. houses scattered about in farmland.
between high green mountain and deep blue sea.
old stone ruins still used for houses, plants growing out of the holes for windows. houses farmed like clay out of the rock upon which they stand. building structures that are concrete shells. crumbled castles in the mountain side.


the sea turns from frothy waves on shore to sparkling white under the sun and then to black and becomes the clouds at the edge of the world. hills reaching up to disappear under clouds then rolling away to peek out under bright cartoon blue.
windmills white and huge twirling distant whirling dervish dance to the same drum but each one step ahead of the next