I dry my hands at the hand dryer in the washroom of the beautiful Math-Phys building in Malostranske square. The dryer is heaven. It isn't one of those useless anemic dryers that dribbles cold air like
I am out for my morning run in the hills around Jinonicé. I hear, through the trees bordering the town, a cacophony of dogs. A couple of seconds later a whitetail doe and her fawn come running out
It was a peaceful day in Atlanta. A refreshing rain had chased off the recent heat and pollen, and the bears were getting along well, allowing me to study. But it would be too much to hope that
A man calls me at work. Man Me Hello? Is Jeff there please? This isn't Jeff's number anymore. It's still listed as Jeff's number in the directory. Could you see
Mrs. Ellis's sister says "Hello" back, and then starts talking about the weather. "I heard that it will rain tomorrow."
