“Kōri ga tokete iru.”

Rina, migrating Israeli magpie that she was, picked up something shiny from each landfall. A phrase from Japan, her favorite drink from California. But now this Reykjavik cafe in the midnight sun was home. Only this small land left above water.

“The ice cubes are melting.”

Tom Harris is an engineer and teacher inspired by daily life. When words fill up his head, he shakes them out on virtual paper.