Salt on the Tongue
The air near the sea has a specific weight, a dampness that clings to the skin like a second, invisible layer of clothing. I remember the taste of it—a sharp, metallic tang of salt that settles on the back of the throat, mingling with the…
The Weight of the Walk
I walked to the corner store this morning, just to pick up a carton of milk. It’s a five-minute trip, yet I found myself annoyed by the uneven pavement and the slight incline of the street. I was thinking about how much I wanted to be back…
The Eyes Said It All
Do you know what happens when you look into someone's eyes? The deep drowning feeling of being lost when you look closely to the changing colors of passion residing the burning eyes? May be not so directly and not with so much of intensity,…