Spilling Out


The night I returned from a cozy summery vacation with my parents, it was raining and relatively cold. In the span of several hours and two planes, I had gone from one season – albeit the end of summer – to another. Continue reading


“We shall not cease from exploration. At the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” T.S. Eliot

I thought of something similar, not nearly as beautifully phrased, on a phenomenon that may seem idiotic at first sight. Forgive me, if it does, although I am not really sorry. Continue reading