The First Kiss

The First Kiss

The warm Croatian wind blew in through the wooden shutters of my room to cue me of the suns ascent. It was time to start my day. I found a cafe and contemplated the day ahead over some stewed tomatoes, mushrooms, runny eggs and a large tear drop smear of delicate...
Wild Child of the Sea

Wild Child of the Sea

I found my way to the waters edge once again. The sea couldn’t be free of me even if it wanted.   By afternoon my salty matted hair was shooting out sideways in rope like strands. A wild child of the sea… just how I like it. I pouted with feet dragging all the...