amazing places...

...she had also visited some amazing places. Stonehenge, in the british isles, had always felt like a spiritual home. The air around the stones seemed to vibrate with a mysterious green energy, while the skies above the stones, stretched vast and endless. Another spiritual home, were the mountains, stretching from alaska in the arctic circle to the himalayas in nepal. The never-ending ranges, blue and vast as an ocean, reaching above and beyond, their peaks crested by luminescent pink waves, caught the last rays of a dying sun. She had visited the volcanic islands of italy. She had climbed sicily's mount etna by day, where the high altitudes and desert-like dunes of sand and sharp rock, had left her breathless. She had sailed through fiercely windy waves, to the black isle of stromboli at night, where the fireworks-display of volcanic lava from the crater had provided a dramatic backdrop. The quiet tranquil calm of the lochs of scotland and the lakes of canada, were in sharp contrast - and yet similar to - the uneasily dry, hot, deathly quiet of the sahara dunes and the deserts of the grand canyons - as water is to sand. The coralreef of xmas island, teeming with life and vibrant colours, was as strong an affirmation of life, as death valley, with it's salt wastelands and neutral tones of grey light and brown shade, was a confirmation that all things must come to an end. A home from home, was table mountain, in southern africa. By day, a table clothed in white - at night, it's characteristic shape silhouetted against the african sky, the city-lights littered like jewels at it's feet...