a fleeting ripple

Roar of the engine and the buzz of the tires on asphalt fill your ears. The window is down, the warm wind slaps your face, tangles your...

As the dusk leaves its place to the night, the world seems to still. The constant breeze stops, not even a leaf moves. Frantic birds...

Bugs of the night chirp outside, like the static of the television. Otherwise, it’s quiet under the ancient olive trees. Maybe they’re...