a fleeting ripple

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...

Early morning is still pitch black. Streetlights fade into the background as the market sets up in the square. Rows of fruits, vegetables...