Being alone, I stood to the side and took some photographs, but my alabaster skin betrayed my clandestinity and a couple of merry folk gave me high-fives.
What is there to fight for? Everything! Life itself, isn’t that enough? To be lived, suffered, enjoyed!
Received wisdom about bear encounters conflictingly suggests running, standing one’s ground, or playing dead; a selection that seems fatally incompatible.
Once in the wake of a contact lens delivery I came back to find a thin cardboard parcel sticking out of my door like someone trying to eat a pizza box from the corner.
As an occupation, teaching can take you to soaring heights of euphoria and hell-belly lows of stress and frustration.