It is the summer. A hot one. It reminds me of childhood summers in Chicago with blazing sun everyday, grass that was green-now brown, and long, long days. As an academic my job follows termly ebbs and flows of students, teaching timetables, and exams. This is the first year I have not been writing or …
I went for a run with my shadow by the sea heard the birds and the insects alongside my breath and I thanked the world for having me Sometimes summer days are lovely in every way, and this is one of them.