Dank air hangs thick and heavy,
like gaseous molasses, lazily fermenting,
In this amber rusted barrel
Of soulful blues and rancid tobacco.
The faithful drunks slowly sway, 243 more words
Today we began exploring the northern side of Israel—what many people have been saying is the most beautiful side, too. And I understand why. Our first stop was in Caesarea, a coastal town with ancient ruins that tell stories from Herod the Great all the way to the Crusades. 774 more words