This is a place…

Send us Fan MailThis is a place of slow time, with a sky that reaches above a sudden, empty wind, with the hidden stars, turning beacons of light upon eons of eternity, above the pointing fingers of an ancient forest, and below, amongst the leaves and acorns, amongst the lengthening shadows of the last emptiness of summer days, there lies a small cup of life and this time, this now, is placed upon the cut branches of a broken tree. The cup is made out of wood, and yet it is transparent somehow, and through the gentle waves of moments that rock from side to side. And upon the surface, is a picture of the Sun flickering and fading flickering and fading across its face, rippling two pairs of wings lift up and pull the sky open, push back the stars below the trees to make the very earth bend and twist, and there, standing in the heart of things, between the here and now, there lies the simple [email protected]