Whichever shape or colour, in the end, ignition was perfect.

Twisted carefully to avoid stress, the wires were not crossed.

There were days when the roads were crowded and filled with pushing drivers, yet it was a breeze to travel across the citie’s many neighbourhoods.

The ice that formed on mountainous fences, this was nothing compared to the discussions in the Oasis Cafe. The coffee so strong that the aroma alone could melt hearts and take the lid off an ice cream cone.

An old tradition was a good piece of perennial course correction.

They boil beets, don’t they?