The street lights had just turned on, and the sky was a deep indigo blue. The last light of day was quickly fading, and a cool fall breeze blew gently. My hand in his, we walked one last loop around the block, catching our breath from a beautiful run along a wooded trail. The sound...
The air was cool and crisp, and the sky a blanket of gray. I wrapped my scarf a little tighter around my neck and drank in the beautiful cobblestone streets and rows of colonial town homes. I had been to New York City once before but the trip was short and I was much younger....
The night was so black that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. As we crossed the worn soccer field that overlooked the Andes Mountains I wrapped my arms tighter around myself and wished I had brought more than a thin hoodie. Just before stepping into the tiny church, I stole...
As the sun sinks slowly behind the palm trees and coffee plantations it’s glorious golden light graces our cheeks. As we walk a cool breeze softly pulls at my hair. We walk past the quiet pueblo-style houses, each block a line of connected homes and connected lives. Two old men stand outside a deep red...
