...gammet run near daily? What the heck for? This place is a love-hate setting.
Rain, Thunder and Lightning Gods are the most intense ever experienced. Pacific Ridley Turtles must be in sensory overload while crawling up to their nest site. digging her home sweet home with Ostional's thunderous waves crashing behind her, water troughs of rain cleanse her shell, heat lightning along w/ heaven to hell piercing bolts and richter scale thunder shuttering above. exhausted when finished and having camoflauged her nest w/ long sweeping paddle strokes. triumphant she is in her success. they must notice, right? all the energy around them!
Up in me casa i have never experienced such a location. the absolute feeling, which either begins thru my eyes or possibly my ears, is of such pure delight on this little 1,336 square meter plot of land.
no light pollution seen. near zero noise pollution, nor air.
colours from magenta pink to flouresent green to pearlesent blues and greens nearly peel ones cornea from its own retna. mornings dew and evenings rain droplets lay upon leaves larger than my skull and dangle like free form rock climbers, simply hanging on by the very tips of their outermost molecules.
salt and fresh water echos for all hourz of the day, rise up to entrance you in a silken web concerto.
Divine elegance relentlessly shimmers off yellows, reds and greens as the days virgin rays reach out with a sensuous kiss.
pure and raw rapture of Nature.
so raw, that if one ventures off the human manicured facets...death and beauty dangles, hops, crawls, slithers and flys every where. which to some, including me, manifests some kind of all encompassing fine line of imprisonment. i reckon yer ither a jungle cat or yer not.
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