A Fleeting RippleSep 17, 2023a little flair: architect nib grindThe wind whispers through the buildings, through the open window, in between the curtains. It carries the sound of distant church bells...
A Fleeting RippleJul 9, 202321 pen questions: 21 pen answersThe air is heavy and humid, every breath feels like breathing underwater. There is no solemn breeze, no shining sun. Clouds seem so close...
A Fleeting RippleMay 20, 2023stubs and stones: galen x studyo agackakan v1 fountain penThe clouds pass overhead, obscuring the sun every now and then. You’re sitting in shade one moment and then hit by the warmth of the sun...
