Capitol building

The Architect Charles Bulfinch

The lines of the white convertible, rising, converging. The red leather seats. The smell of coconut sun tan lotion, now a part of the seats, a faint smell of sweat, the taste of rum as they kiss a casual goodbye. She goes to work where everyone gets their ice cream and the motor turns. These are the days of sun …

Castle

Calon Lân

Why, when I hear ‘Calon Lân’, do the hairs on my neck and my arms stand on end the same way they do should a woman or the weather touch me? The song knows that path through my ears into the memories of my childhood that few things know, the same way cold air of October and the smell of …