what is this realm of nirvana?

"Paradise is seldom recognized as such until it is considered from the outside." --Herman Hesse
A quick post as I sit heading out of paradise, in the Bermuda International Airport. If ever there was a place on this earth that leaves one short of words to describe its beauty and peace, it is here. It has been almost two decades since my last visit, but it was all and more than I remember.

Did a search to see what authors are around, not much came up. I'm surprised, except maybe to think that they are merely intimidated by the sense of an inadequate vocabulary at such an exquisite display of nature. The only link I found that offered some info on local authors and writers was this: Bermuda Books

I know there must be more literature out there. Certainly there is plenty of music (and tree frogs, sweet, tree frogs in the evenings and early morning) that I can write of, and then, there is also lots and lots of artwork, of the water-color sort, and even the bad art can't help but exact a little piece of the loveliness of the island. When I get home I will have close to 200 photos to peruse longingly, and hopefully post some on Flickr sometime this week.