I cannot touch it, but in the wind.
“She’d take it off and put it back on, flick it, spin it on the kitchen table. Thought of melting it in the oven, throwing it out the window, letting it slip through the open drain in the bathroom.”
Oh, if only I had a time machine. “The Soldier, the Maid and the Miss” – a short story written in loving tribute of my favorite series of all time, The Twilight Zone (1959-64).
“I am here in Europe in search of an arm, of a hand, in search of brethren, in search of that big heart that is sensitized by this cause, because the food that is eaten here in Europe comes with Indian blood.” – Ládio Veron
The airs of winter can bring over nostalgia for bygone kisses.
We went by the house of the Syrians who caught the terrorism suspect in Paunsdorf, but left with more questions than answers.