I’ve been dreaming of the ocean. Floating, swimming, letting my head be submerged in the cool water. Emerging from the sea with my hair dripping wet. Happily plopping down on a sun warmed cushy towel, salt slightly burning my smiling eyes. Someone hands me a slice of watermelon and asks if I want an aloo pie. I sigh, contentedly. Yes, please. With all the fixings. I chomp into the watermelon It’s sweet, juicy, cold. I smile and sigh, contentedly. Not too much of the sauce, I

Tonight, my god-niece and I had a little art session. Neither of us is versed in creating with pastels, so I thought it would be fun to...