Mesa Verde. On the high plateaux of Colorado, a city of stone dwellings perches beneath overhanging cliffs. Fields of cereal crops, ripened and yellowed in the sun, stretch out to the far horizon.
Not far from Kyoto, in a location conducive to meditation and contemplation, stands a temple with a garden containing one hundred and twenty rare and delicate varieties of moss.
A hymn to the rose and the month of May. A rose bush brimming with flowers - some still opening, some already blooming - their petals still beaded with dew.