From Trier

From Trier

Purple, green, and yellow lights sparkle in reflection on the rain-soaked cobblestone. We arrive in a group, but a sudden downpour sends everyone scattering. Everyone but me, of course, so despite the diminutive heart the oldest city in Germany, I quickly find myself...
When Pigs Fly

When Pigs Fly

I’m tired. Are you tired? I feel like these last few weeks have been exhausting, and I haven’t even let myself get involved in the fray. No worries though, this is a safe space. For the moment anyway. My “job” consists of a lot day to day maintenance. Just boring...