I’ve always to live on an island. I like islands a lot. They’re defined, yet infinitely diverse. As a kid, I would design my own imaginary islands and archipelagos, drawing maps and adding beaches, coves and volcanoes where necessary, or blueberry patches, treeforts and south-facing pastures. The treehouses came with floorplans and rope ladders, the pastures…
Tag: Sky
Evening in Ulaanbaatar
Day starts to end. The sky a pasty pink, the bus quiet save for for a toddler’s chatter entertaining weary, content faces . Stepping o’er feathers watching summer clothes and heels tap tap tap in tune with the lines you skip over on the sidewalk. Smells change with every other pace – savoury sweet still…
