Memory of a Quiet Festival

December 11, 2017People, Travels

“I never liked flying,” she said, she says, “you have to accept that death is a possibility once you buckle up.” Grim, what is this place, anyways? Golds and reds dance all around as higher and higher we climb until the clouds lay beside us. “All the time, every time. I never got over it. Until… … Read More