Life always seems better after two glasses of wine! I sit reclined on my balcony. I’ve melted into the seat finally. I’m reading a novel,

I’m flustered, my morning ritual of walking seems to have awaken my senses but the heat here drains me too. Just like every morning, I

Never did I, in my wildest dreams, think I’d become a writer.  I first began to write down my feelings when I felt down. In

I’m all coffeed out so I wait for a friend to grab one. I seat myself at the window of the coffee shop and watch