The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up – flaked up, with rose-water snow. — Herman Melville
Hanavave, Fatu Hiva, Marquesas
And Haley was asked by this guy to play his keyboard. With no music, under his watchful eyes, she played two pieces and made a connection.