Although the night was clear and cloud free, the streets were dark. A summer wind brought a refreshing coolness off the ocean and I stopped my midnight wanderings to lean against a building, letting the air wash over me. It was sweeter than expected, almo…

It's late and a thin, wispy fog has settled atop the streets. I don't know when it happened. Last I remembered, the sun was mid-set in a darkening sky. Now every street ended in a gray void. Did the fog creep in, floating like some otherworldly horror, or…

The wind flowed around the street seeking a place safe from the elements, not realizing it was one.

It didn't want to disturb life on the Nepali street in which it currently existed.

It had seen so many things in its vast life. It had existed as long as…