Globes – to me, at least – represent the smallness of the planet we are bound to.
Billions of stories; adventures, romances, conspiracies and murders – all occurring during a single moment on this tiny globe.
Who knows where we’ll go next?
Month: January 2017
The Station.
The cold wind blew gently across the table, strewing the wisps of steam that were rising from my morning tea. Continue reading
