Dry hard mountain but its mossy waterfall keeps it misted and fresh. * A mountain’s tears are cried for ten thousand years — even the clouds weep. * Angels ride waterfalls down mountainsides, hidden in the morning mist. * Astronauts surprised — waterfalls look like trickles on pebbles. * Immortan Joe* laughs; He’s gated the…

Sun Bathing Sunlight’s magnet pulls our clothes off as if metal. Skin burned in toaster. Our beach blankets lie close enough to cool wet sand to feel the wind’s chill. All-sized birds sunbathe; regardless, clothing optional – tan lines or no? Surf’s constant shushing is sunbather’s lullaby — soft blanket’s cradle. Sunscreen is poison; sunlight…