Islands of Hope

Waters of Warmth Specks of seedlings are strewn across the empty plant pots on the balcony. The flowers or salad they held are now mostly long gone, with the exception of a single nasturtium and a sprawling and exceedingly hardy…
Waters of Warmth Specks of seedlings are strewn across the empty plant pots on the balcony. The flowers or salad they held are now mostly long gone, with the exception of a single nasturtium and a sprawling and exceedingly hardy…
It is strange here at the moment, the city is different, subdued and quiet. Last night the streets were almost empty, no street food stalls at all, few students out. Everyone who can seems to have left, either to head…