'There are energy spots everywhere; like threads of lemongrass spreading scent as it criss-crosses the lame fields'
'Do you really think so?' she enquired.
'It is not a matter of thinking; nor is it a matter of belief. These things just are - like wind ruffles leaves and worms burrow mud'. She smiled at the answer and cocked her head.
'You speak as if you know what is happening. Tell me: what is our future?'
'I haven't a clue I replied. In truth I am as lost as you'
I never saw her again after that. Perhaps she was disappointed in my truth after such a promising beginning.