The Salt of Collective Breath
The air in a crowd has a specific weight, a thickness that clings to the back of the throat like the metallic tang of a coming storm. It is the smell of damp wool and exhaled heat, the friction of thousands of shoulders brushing past one another…
Salt on the Tongue
The air at dawn has a specific, gritty texture. It tastes of brine and damp wood, a sharp, metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat before the sun has a chance to burn it away. I remember the feeling of wet sand between my toes,…
Autumn in Utah by Sergiy Kadulin
We did family vacation trip to western states of USA in October 2012. We were driving on a beautiful sunny day from Bryce National Park to our next destination - Zion. The road was amazingly picturesque - across fields and mountains, crossing…