a fleeting ripple

Fog slowly descends outside, while the steam from spiced apple jam on the stove condenses on the windows. One by one, towers in the...

As the sun lowers in the horizon, the orange rays start to come into the plane, drenching the sterile interiors in warm light. Most...

It’s chilly in the house, a hearth without its fire. The late morning sun is already up, giving wispy layers of bleak, grey light but not...