Cicadas chirp in unison, in a pulse that resonates within the the walls of my skull in a slow, mind numbing drone. The air is thick with moisture and it accumulates on the beads of perspiration around our upper lips, along
What really do a pair of 36 year olds and a 25 year old have in common? Aside from being supposed to conform to some misguided vision of fatherhood and corporate rat, plenty, it seems. The chasm of age and culture narrows after
The narrow frosted glass doorway that separates the airport from the outside cloaks the mysteries of Lombok behind a black velvet veil of night. A few steps forward and we emerge into a different world. Armed security keeps baggage and
So, this is it. We are standing at the precipice of yesterday and tomorrow, staring out into the horizon. I wonder what each of us sees in the glare of the sunlight. Not that it would change how I feel.