autumn

Wind scrapes the fallen leaves along the pavement, this way and that they dance. Sometimes it whips them into a vortex, a mini tornado that chases along the road a few metres before it collapses. There’s always movement. A stray breath of air drags the odd bronzed leaf just a foot or two. Even when [...]

chill air

He balls his hands into fists and plunges them deep into his pockets. His thumb rubs the knuckle of his index finger, desperate for some heat to come from the friction. The cold brings tears to his eyes. The mist of his breath lingers - there’s no breeze to blow it away. When he inhales [...]