I want my life to feel like an Iron & Wine song. Existing somewhere in between the realm of dreams and the real world.  Where flowers sing into the ears of shepherd’s dogs and beasts offer their love gently with their arms wrapped around the sun during a forgettable sunset that they alone choose...

I remember monkeys in the backyard  Throwing stones at the bars protecting the glass on my windows on a chilly autumn morning as the sun creeps gently through the curtains of my bedroom and a knock on the door rouses me to say I will find my breakfast in the kitchen with hot water...

It began in the summer. The newborn sun’s rays shining through the glass at the edge of a young garden. The moon watching while the skies wept and floods swept the saturated surface clean of sun. An autumn morning with a saviour bearing a cross upon his back and later resting his bloodied body...