A foggy mist hanging over the mountainous forest all
around me, now suddenly rain is coming down, it's
gentle mist relieving the stress and tension of life.
Listening to it's quiet melody and rhythm below this
second story cottage, filling the atmosphere with
many bursts of color spurting their beauty everywhere.
Quaint pathways meandering across the grounds, taking
those who want to wander about to corners of nature,
tantalizing and enticing imagination in all directions
at once.
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Listening to it's quiet melody and rhythm below this second story cottage, filling the atmosphere with many bursts of color spurting their beauty everywhere. a beautiful experience you had there in india. it was almost mystical... is it not.? ? ........ tony