Always green. The wind feels like an embrace. The air is clear and unpolluted. A simple path leads the way for anyone traveling through.
Looking over the sea from a Greek island with a group of strangers. Some moments are too beautiful to keep to yourself.
Running down a centuries-old pier. Seagulls soaring overhead. Their ability to sense food was uncanny.
In the Park Güell. There’s space for an entire neighborhood, but only a few houses were ever completed. Perched on a hill overlooking the city. It felt like stepping into another world.
I am not a morning person. Mornings are a nice concept, but I don’t have to experience them to know they happen. When I started writing, I realized that mornings were a huge part of my day.