I sat and I watched on a sullied park bench as a plastic bag set fourth to make its great escape from a rubbish bin. The birds in the trees chattered away like children and the surrounding traffic noise rose up like the unconcerned rumblings from parents in the background. 133 more words
I have to say, two months later and I still can’t get over my trip to Sudan.
To be honest, initially I was disappointed, because I thought I was going to have a revelation, light-from-heaven, epiphany kind of experience. 1,388 more words