As the clouds gather and the temperature changes, the field anticipates the rain. The thunder grows, the sky changes colour, and the farmer's relief at the prospect of rain is suddenly overwhelmed by the fear of floods. The weather grows turbulent. The rain starts falling and his humble prayer remains the same. “Please, just enough.” Part 1/1

He can't help admiring the forced labour of his calloused hands that erected this monstrosity. Then a feeling of great disparity comes over him...

The coffee was placed on the table. Hot, with steam escaping from the cup. Winter weather chilled the room which made the coffee inviting, just like the banter. Hours passed quickly...

...the itchy ropes tied to my hands and feet as I struggle to keep balance on the plank...

As thousands have gathered, the crowd moves like the waves of the ocean. A little girl in the depths of the current turns to her dad and asks...

“Where to?” the man at the counter asks. A haunting question.

I watch as the bright blue sky turns darker. I anticipate the weight of crashing arrows as I hide behind a tree.

A bright, warm light awakes Ms Lewis. A modest, beautiful fairy appears. “Miss, are you ready for an adventure?”

All the bending roads we travelled lead us to a bridge. This bridge is grown, not built.

A late night, a weary traveller, and a mystery...