April 27, 2016

 

 

 

“Does this sock belong to you?” I ask my daughter.

 

I don’t ask why it is lying lonely on the railing or where its’ mate is.

 

Personally, I have a favorite sock that is waiting for its mate to turn up. If you look at it closely, rub your fingers over the thin weave of...

April 11, 2016

 

 

 

In squished spaces people have to co-operate a bit more.

 

Furrow browed conversations at the café tables are interrupted by someone trying to get by. Those with seats smile up at a stranger; Yes it is crowded in here, We are in this together, How can I help?

 

I spot a...

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