a fleeting ripple

Bright sunlight pours through from the open window. It’s cold outside, a clear day. The kettle boils while the oven heats up for some breakfast bagels. Then, the clouds float in from south. It gets darker gradually, then the rain starts falling. It hits the windows in almost perpendicular angle, a vicious splatter. It stops as quickly as it started. First, the day turns a little lighter, then you find yourself sitting in a pool of bright sunlight once again. I don’t own many

As the sun lowers in the horizon, the orange rays start to come into the plane, drenching the sterile interiors in warm light. Most people start to pull down their blinds then. What they miss out is the clouds down below, painted in the most beautiful colours of the fading sun. They ripple and move like a calm tide above the clouds. It is all accompanied by the deafening roar of the engines and the most un-picturesque view of the plane’s wing. The world seems so peaceful, so

If you haven’t had a free day in a while, you will find that it passes too quickly. When you don’t need to get out of the bed, you simply don’t. Well, until you crave coffee so much that you can almost smell it. Then, you can throw open the curtains, make a huge mug of coffee, open up your book and read. Perhaps take a walk under a miserably overcast sky, sit at a cafe that looks inviting. Suddenly, they’re closing down the cafe, the darkness settling into all of the nooks an