August 20, 2009 – Natalia A.

I have a confession to make. I hate, HATE, the way autumn rushes into Ukraine, like a guest who shows up to early – and already filthy drunk. The blue of the sky gets deeper, the wind has a damp undertow. Autumn here smells like mushrooms and earth and every single bad thing I’ve everContinue reading “Stuck inside of Kiev with the Charlotte blues again”