Sending detergent to dirty streets and buildings.

When we were in the forest, talking to trees, eating strange leaves and looking for thicker patches of sky, the idea of being in a city again never came to mind.

The sounds of birds, small furry animals and the crack of twigs underfoot were only the introduction.

A crescendo of sound happened every morning at five o’clock, that’s how we experienced it.

Until that was, we found the river.

Then, a new sound of rushing, running flows and the show of glistening in a forceful sunlight.

No armchair, just being there.

We read 23 books, looked at 2,000 colors in the spectrum, tried Himalayan, sea, and desert rock salt.

Only after that, when we looked into the reflecting mirror of Dinzar, did we uncover the secret.

Had we known it was so simple, we felt certain we would have guessed.

Then we remembered how sure we were that the answer was intricate, complicated and generally difficult.

We would never have guessed with that sort of thinking.

No secret sauce needed.

That burnt biscuit taste.

Appealing – a little, still something wrong.

The rest of it could be delicious and memorably good.

One of those times when when the dainty cup of coffee, all four sips it provided, was the best part of it all.

Victory in a small cup.

Standing half way along the street, directly under the faded amber light, was the target.

We had searched for days, on foot, on stolen bicycle, on a motorcycle – a 500 cc Ducati in fact, in a garbage truck, in a borrowed Aston Martin, not necessarily in that order.

We had just one question that only an expert like this could answer.

They answered very calmly in a quiet but firm voice, “yes, you are in Malta”.

It was so good to see a long absent friend, once again.

We dwell and observe. Then, all at once we act to create a miraculous world of growth and wellbeing.

We have discovered the formula: how to combine these two apparently disparate things. Now it can be yours for a small fortune.

All this should be prefaced or suffixed with the word: Perhaps.

Is it the way to go or has the way gone, we wonder.

Do true birds of a renaissance feather fly together?

Improvise or improve? We bring them togeher!