a fleeting ripple

The wind whispers through the buildings, through the open window, in between the curtains. It carries the sound of distant church bells...

Fog slowly descends outside, while the steam from spiced apple jam on the stove condenses on the windows. One by one, towers in the...

Hum of the coffee machine fills the air, followed by the sweet smell. The line in front of you seems to have stopped completely while a...