A cool and airy whitewashed stone chamber, set down in something like Eden.
The ambience of a monastery garden;
Warm pine needles, oregano, and the purr of doves.
Fragments of colour, light, shade;
The blue/red splinters of butterflies that dance along the rides.
A kaleidoscope, freed.
Imagined or real, here are stacked centuries of continuous occupation and emotional peace.
This is a place to occupy the present, against the assault troops of the hypothetical.