Port, Starboard and Visible Kindness

Would you like some woollen mittens? Any colour you’d like.

Lorne Beach

Footprints — September sunshine. The sound of rolling waves.

... leaving only the warm air trembling in her wake

You don’t take photos of the air around you

... she demanded: “Co tam takiego ciekawego do fotografowania?”

Fledermausgauben lifting from the tiles,

... when everything feels unfamiliar, and life in the city is both difficult and full of excitement, possibility, and challenge.

I heard the rain first — soft taps against the bedroom window...

Sometimes a memory returns the way snowfall does — quietly, without urgency, settling only where it’s welcome.

She was thinking in two different languages at the same time...