I wait in line, shivering, my skin beginning to resemble that of a plucked chicken. Glancing left, I see that several open, communal shower stalls lay empty, yet I stubbornly wait to enter a private ...
Moonlight dances on the fjord waters; the reflection is so bright it might as well be midday. The wind stings my face as I lower myself into a beachside pool of relief from January’s wrath. The air ...
Moonlight dances on the fjord waters; the reflection is so bright it might as well be midday. The wind stings my face as I lower myself into a beachside pool of relief from January’s wrath. The air ...