
It was 4:30 pm when I stepped onto the ruins. The sun was beginning to set on this winter afternoon, casting a light orange glow over the remnants of a once thriving community. Bright green moss covered the red sandstone structures ...
We stood on the edge of the cliff, eyes firmly locked on the horizon. The bright orange sun slowly descended, as it blanketed the sky with an orange hue, followed by a gradient of deep blue, pink and purple. Finally, the valley turned dark ...
Once upon a time, in the far away mountainous region of Northern Argentina, a group of nomads decided to form a small town at the bottom of the hills. These surrounding hills looked just like any other unimpressive mountains – dull, ...
The desert sun was beating down on me. The strong winds were hitting my face. I pedalled hard on the overused bicycle. By the time I arrived at my destination, I felt a little light-headed. I was riding a bicycle on the driest plac ...