The Moon was the first wild thing to follow me home. "Mother, may I keep him?" "Her, dear, and let ... [+]
"This is a fruit of every season which carries the scent of its travels..." My grandfather often repeated this little phrase to me when he was talking about his clouds. He has the best collection of ... [+]
I was coming home from school through the park, like I always do, and suddenly, there he was in front of me. That was the first time I saw him. He looked so amazing that I stopped a few feet from ... [+]