A few days of my life recently were mostly just cycling. Endless, painful, boring cycling.Read more "Moving Moods"
It was only the second time I’d flown alone, but already I felt careless and free. Normally the idea of chatting to a stranger would be terrifying, but this wasn’t normal. I was on a plane, heading somewhere different, alone. If I was brave enough to get on the plane in the first place, I would sure as hell be brave enough to talk to a stranger for a little while.Read more "The Stowaway"
The ocean, visible behind the plaza, stretches out endlessly, a shifting background of perfect blues that never quite settle. The world looks so big from here, or the ocean does at least.Read more "A place I’ve been"