July 3, 2012
The Roughness of Being
The smell of dry earth and sun-baked metal clings to my skin, a scent that speaks of long afternoons spent waiting for...
Author: Light & Composition Team
July 3, 2012
The Weight of a Quiet Hour
I spent this morning watching the front gate from my kitchen window. I was waiting for a package that was supposed to...
July 3, 2012
The Breath of Cold
The taste of thin air is metallic, like biting into a frozen coin. It settles at the back of the throat, sharp...
