Want to Fly… But Where?

There are certain oxymorons that I’m particularly fond of. Some of them I made up myself.

One of them is – lazy traveller. Yeah, I can be that. NO, not…

A Pink Flamingo Sunrise

I stood there, with my feet soaked in mud. I was afraid to move even an inch; didn’t want to scare them away. I slowly waded forward, pulled by…