Melody's Journey Into Subself

The wind of Rhapsody mountains blew through the valley, picking up sound along the way - reaching Melody's ears in the harmony of hibiscus and almond blossom. Butterflies surfing the sleepy breezes of cricket crescendo and bee drone.

The scent of sweating earth and crisping grasses, hillsides draped in broom bowing to scrape the earth, searching for doorways into the cool damp underworld of hollow honeycomb caves where the drip, drip of cooled water fills the sullen pools waiting.