Clouds are forming in the distance and my bones are aching for a smoke as I pull off the road. Twisting the key, the bike ceases to breath and for the first time all day I can hear the silence. Because as amazing as it … Read More →
Clouds are forming in the distance and my bones are aching for a smoke as I pull off the road. Twisting the key, the bike ceases to breath and for the first time all day I can hear the silence. Because as amazing as it … Read More →
Process
The cloud cover moves fast. Its sense of purpose surprising. Its speed shocking. The wind that moves it less than exciting. And in its wake it leaves great big shadows – over dozens of housing developments and landlocked avenues and bits and pieces of society. … Read More →