Vintage Cars and Daily Rations

The shiny white clouds appear as glitter sprinkled on a painter’s blue canvas. Their pace is very slow, but they always outrun me, like the uncles jogging in our apartment’s tracks, in the early mornings. I prefer walk aimlessly, with the clouds, with nothing to prove. Some of the uncles jog steadily, in the company…

A Quest of the Three Mahals | Flaneuring with Family