At the Tandoor

The raindrops softly strike your hood. Drip. Drop. Drip. Your shoes soak as they splash in puddles. The water jumps out and falls back on to the ground; the sound of its collision hidden through unison with the sounds of all the other raindrops. Through your foggy breath you see that avenue of light, the…

Climb to a valley

The light enters softly through the curtains and falls on your face. You open your eyelids and let some of it in and it transforms your face into a warm, tranquil smile. You throw the comforter off your chest and sit up, stretching your arms and warping your face into a million different shapes to…