No one ever knows me when I enter a bus station or an airport, and yet I feel everybody does.
There is a peace I find at stations amidst what may seem a chaotic coming and going of people. I began flying at such a young age, that stations were to me like a summer house: a home where one stays for a little while, dreaming about what the next move in our lives will…… Continue reading EI #4: Stations: A Little Peaceful Pause in Our Lives
Random things I’ve learned in my life, which I recalled in 60 minutes as part of a writing prompt.
“Maybe I can only truly feel when I write… And that day, with that letter, I mourned her death.”