Starting work is a strange matter. A strange matter indeed.
I glanced around me, as I often do when thinking of what to say next, and I now noticed the bowl sitting on the kitchen counter. 488 more words
As the month and my time in the UK draws to an end the summer is fading before my eyes. The daytime arrives noticably later and the night earlier, the berries on the bushes and trees swell and redden while the leaves, although not yet turning, no longer seem so lush and green. 243 more words