It's Sunday night, and only two things have stood out today: a reversal of my sleep schedule (I went to bed almost at dawn and woke up very late) and I have a bit of a cold (again). Neither of these things

Diesen steinernen und offensichtlich alten Pflanzenkübel habe ich auf einem kleinen Dorfplatz entdeckt. Wenn der erzählen könnte! Nach bestimmt 100 Jahren noch immer im Dienst. I came across this stone

There is an art to timing. Knowing when to speak, when to remain silent, when to step closer, and when to stay just out of reach. I’ve come to appreciate the elegance of restraint. Not everything needs

In my dreams, I see a populace. The streets are busy as always, some people standing in front of stalls after a long shift, others heading home to sleep. The amalgamation of sound and buzz is something