Photo by Sean D Silva, GNU Free Documentation License, via Wikimedia Commons A woman in a pink kurta settles in the seat next to mine, stirs, and stretches her legs. My writhing desire for a hunk occupying a space this close is now crushed. Standing right before me in...
Photo: EQRoy / Shutterstock.com The Woman was exiting the Springs Marketplace with no souvenirs—because she had already gotten stickers and a postcard of yellow aspens in downtown Colorado Springs—when she locked eyes on this couple embracing for their cliché goodbye...
Photo by Tang Yan Song / Shutterstock.com I imagine you back at home, keepingthe iPad tucked by your side, waitingfor the flip to green to show that I’m online. Even thoughI should be sleeping and I know you’ve done the time change calculation and imagined a clock...
Photo by nbnserge/ Shutterstock.com I’m sitting at a terminal in Charles de Gaulle Airport, wondering about the last time I washed my hands. It’s crowded and no one is making eye contact. I don’t know much about Charles De Gaulle, besides that he was a man in old...
Photo: VIAVAL TOURS / Shutterstock.com Mayor Buddy Dyer welcomes meback to the City Beautiful, the city magical, mythical, the fantasy land, town of scientific marvels& facade; but the gateway to thehappiest place on Earth still feels like high school suicide to...
