muse-inspired thinking

on the road through

barren black fields of lava

rolling hills of yellowed grass

rainforests crawling up steep cliffs

i open the window and let the

wind brush

my skin

the camera ready

i put my feet up

and smile all the way from the

warmth of the valley of the kings

to the icy winds on sky father’s mountain

and think up new adventures



Waipi’o Valley or Valley of the Kings