a fleeting ripple

As the dusk leaves its place to the night, the world seems to still. The constant breeze stops, not even a leaf moves. Frantic birds...

The train sways slightly as you watch the landscape rushes by. There is a constant chatter of people in the background. The train passes...

It is blindingly sunny outside, not a single cloud in sight. A bright orange plastic chair sits in front of the glass double doors that...