Some boundaries protect us.
Then some boundaries quietly imprison us.
There is a quiet moment that arrives when you realise you have been standing at someone else’s door for a long time.
There is something quietly satisfying about a dot-to-dot puzzle.
I have a habit.
I used to think I wanted to become a boxer.
There was a time when travelling did not begin on the day of departure.
History has a curious way of humbling our assumptions.
Every swimmer eventually meets the same quiet lesson.
There are moments on a long drive when you glance at the roadside and notice a small green sign.
Something is unsettling about driving through thick fog.
A funny thing happens when guests come to visit.
The world has taught us to keep score.
A cup does not reveal its contents while it is sitting quietly on the table.
A few days ago, I found myself watching people more than usual.
Yesterday, I had one of those conversations.
Some feelings arrive like unexpected visitors.