They don't call them "newsagents" here, but that smell is the same - that shockingly dusky smell that is always tinged with cigars and nicotine and the promise of what is inside the cheerful wrapper pallette spread in front of too close fingers. It took me a moment to place, that smell, that bizarre odor that…
Walking and Writing
When I started to be more flexible regarding my writing - I don't have to post every day or stick to a theme - it became more authentic. I write about what I see, what I think and what I am experiencing, which is a range of anything and everything. Clearly, I have a filter because…
Time's Thievish Progress 