The Friendly Stranger

Dawn light dances through the cyan night, twinkling bright as if cradled in the olive branches, whose trunks warp as they are blown left-to-right, like they are dancing underneath the candlelight, they turn white, shaped like seams across the Mount of Olives— slowly, softly refracting the light that’s burning from a distant lantern’s relives. AContinue reading “The Friendly Stranger”