How Mortals (Some, Few) Travel

Flying is not limited to those who only have wings. It is not for the elite. It is not for pilots, air hostesses, co-pilots and the curious and frivolously wealthy, who have more time than us mere mortals. How are they the ones who are able to transcend space and time, hop into a Tardis…

Sounding Out Layers.

Patterns. I hear patterns. There's the mess of too much chart music played at full volume from three different shops and two different bars, punctuated by an alarm ringing somewhere. It's over stimulation at it's finest. It's too much noise, forcing people to hurry up and wait because they can't leave and they can't go…

Falling Leaves

That first breath of air leaving the NJ Transit car, the first time I can really smell the greenery, and that first look at a canopy of trees are things I ignored or dismissed for years. Coming to my parents house was coming to a place to which I was attached, yet a stranger. I…

One

It's one of those days when I feel a little sad, but for no discernible reason. The tangy chill of autumn was in the air; I wore two long-sleeved shirts when I set out on my walk and kept them both on until I was well past three miles. The breeze from the water -…