BEN and NIYA
BEN and NIYA. 6.30 am. The room faced east. The just risen sun streamed around the edge of the blinds, made floating stars of dust motes. Ben lay quiet, feeling the morning. Focussed and energised he rose, wrapped a sarong around his waist and slid back the big glass door to the balcony. A low… Continue reading BEN and NIYA