A big storm is as beautiful and joyous as a glorious sunny day. It’s the mediocrity of the overcast, the occasional glimpses of sun through cloud that drag one’s thoughts into the mundane. Oliver White
With the duvet wrapped around the body like a securing shield protecting you from the elements that struggle to penetrate from the outside, you move your shoulders ever so slightly to feel the comfort the blanket brings. A shudder of warmth moves around your skin…
It was 7am when I was rudely awoken this morning. The noise emanating from my mobile phone pierced my ears with so much annoyance it had to be stopped. It wasn’t the alarm though, but instead a text message from my boss.
I love the smell of summer rain and sound of summer thunder. Even though it isn’t yet summer (it’s barely spring), the recent hot weather we’ve experienced in the UK would lead many people to think otherwise. But it had to break at some point.…
The evening is warm, almost too warm to be comfortable. A bead of sweat teasingly pauses on my forehead as my fingers dance on the keyboard. Despite having the windows open, not a breeze is available to quench my thirst for coolness. I look over…
