Rambling

Taking A Breath

My alarm went off at 6.30am. At least, I think it did, because one talent I’ve developed during the Covid-19 lockdown has been the superhuman ability to turn my alarm off without actually waking up. By pure luck, in my zombie fumbling, I managed to push the sleeve of my pyjama top almost all the… Continue reading Taking A Breath

Dante, writing

In Flight

Rain poured down, splattering so hard against the windshield it was almost impossible for the wipers to do their job. I squinted, ducking down slightly in a futile effort to better see where we were going. It was half past eight in the morning, but the clouds were so heavy it might as well have… Continue reading In Flight