My hands move to the pulse of the music, and make the sparkles hanging in the air swirl and spin, leaving streaks of glittering colours...

Out of nowhere, it had crawled into this room. Again. Nothing had happened, really, yet the air had changed, had turned dull and heavy....

Some days, it felt so clear. She was opting in to play this part. The phone rings, a deep breath, turn on that sweet “telephone voice,”...

What if a wiser person -- much wiser than I -- told you that anything can be a path to awakening? Well… Sometimes, there’s a movie...