Stones and Serpents
by Michael Hawley
The approach is pleasant to the hill here. See? The path falls gently among rocks and cypresses. It winds through a field of moonlit poppies, then mounts abruptly in wide easy stairs leading up one side of the waterfall. Banks of lavender and wild irises breeze in waves to the ruins of the sanctuary. Smell! The air is draught after draught of lavender.