Meeting

For a moment I smell the freshness of wind and water; to me it smells like summer. A time I am looking forward to, when I can lay in the warm sand, lost, belonging to nobody, not even myself. But, that isn’t today. As the wind violently whips my hair against my neck and waves crash to…

A Stranger’s Glance

The big window of light allows me to think as I write. Plenty of distractions to occupy my eyes, but not distract my train of thought. I hear and see fragments of people coming and going from this little coffee shop, their feet stepping just over the rim of my laptop. I and three empty…