There is, somewhere out there, a type of bliss. The leaves expecting rain. The flying geese, the roving ships in shoreless seas, the...

The exhibition opening has just finished. The hall is full of people. I have only been working here for a couple of months and I am a...

The summer was in full swing. We had been wandering along the sea for several months. Wanton, young and carefree. It was lovely and...