The restaurant feels impersonal, all the furniture spare and made of metal, but they serve rich comfort food.
When I see the number of missed calls that have accumulated in my cell phone, I'm glad I kept it on 'silent.' Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the morning to myself, to explore as I like.
Plum-colored houses with white picket fences. Cobbled lanes and sunken gardens.
Tourists licking ice cream in the salt-flavored air.
A lonely giant on a charcoal ledge looks away from the moon.
Back-to-back episodes of Shark Tank, the TV flickering in a dark room. My mind gently wiped clean of the day's emotions.
His wife strikes me as hard and bright, a woman who's difficult to get to know but worth knowing.