a fleeting ripple

Some early mornings are so quiet that you can make yourself believe that you’re the only person in the world. Just a peaceful drizzle,...

Late evenings before an exam week are quiet in a university town, even on Fridays. The sky is dark, the edges of light pollution fading...

Early morning is still pitch black. Streetlights fade into the background as the market sets up in the square. Rows of fruits, vegetables...