Stones and waves

by S.A. The waves are breaking over the stones as if they were pushed by a huge hand. A child is standing on the beach, reaching out hands full of seashells to the roaring ocean, trying to pacify the angry waves.

Returning to Finland

by World Traveller. It is six o’clock in the morning and I am on my way to Finland for the second time this year. The loudspeaker is asking everybody going to Helsinki to go to gate 32.

Blackberry pie

by Natasha A. The smell of the baking pie, as rolling from the large kitchen through the rooms in warm, sweet waves, even as he took the first step into the house.