The lantana seemed like lost figurines in the milky mist. The mist seemed to mate with the →

The land is parched and brown, pitted like a piece of stale cheese. Withering yellow leaves →

It was amazing. The adrenalin rush, the hypnotic lull, all at once! I was riding the passionate →

Its the last few measured breadths of a year in passing as I start to pen this. I just take →

Like most of us, I also had the usual image of the forest as picturized by the media in those →