A cup of tea. A bowl of soup. A can of beer. Lots of smiles. Sometimes that’s all it takes to make a stranger feel at home.
316. | … because I was thinking of you
The open road beneath my feet and the sky above my head. Those are the only two things I know for sure.
315. | A familiar noise
A voice from the past? Or just a different present? Thoughts on a bus trip.
314. | Stories of Huế
Huế was good to me. It gave me so many stories. It was a great stage for the performance of my life. Maybe one day I’ll come back to write a new act together.