The hills are a lie, wrapped in the beauty of deceit, for within their curves and balances lies death’s promise, each colorful blossom a reminder that beauty fades.

We live by each horizon, each footstep an imprint of being. A place where the unkempt and the gentle collide, a world of endless possibility, it beckons us to journey, to awaken the soul.

There’s power in the sun, energy of the stars, pervading the very air; as the insects buzz and the earth stirs, let us dance in this light.

• Nadine Gordimer