Sparks fly at a dinner date with the air infused with seductive tension. But does the romantic couple have the same expectations from the night?
I sit on the porch watching the sun slowly settling down for a night’s sleep. I can hear the birds rushing to their nests, their clamorous chirping and frantic whirring.… Read more Porch Memoirs Part 1 →
A sleepy winter day starts with more whiteness spreading around except for one street corner.