a fleeting ripple

The silence right before the dawn is intoxicating, even the cicadas have stopped. Not a single sound is audible, not a single soul is...

A dog barks in the distance. A rooster screams, nearer. The smell of dry hay mixes with the smell of mountain herbs. The leaves of the...

It’s a cold morning, it’s even visible from the grey sunshine filtering through the curtains. There is no happy, golden sunshine today....