Tag Archives: changes
Every morning I go on my balcony to see if the seeds I planted from my store bought cherry tomatoes have started to grow. Despite my desire to do things in a hurry, the seeds grow at their own pace, … Continue reading
One lovely October morning in 1819, I was rubbing tombstones at Campo Cesto when I heard a woman crying. It was Mary Shelly. Her son William had recently died and she, obviously, was overwhelmed. There was nothing I could do … Continue reading
Despite the drizzle, we walked to the Chinese restaurant to have lunch. Leaves that once hung over our heads were now matted on the ground—a melancholic reminder of existential change.
Clouds remind us that change happens all the time.