See that sepia smudge on the prairie horizon? Dark town buildings shimmering with dry heat, morphing to liquid.
I want to press my tongue to it; imagine it will dampen my cheeks.
It’s visible but intangible. Scorching yet misty. Fixed yet unreachable from the direction I start from.
Karin grew up on an island and has lived, worked, or travelled on every continent. But her inner world is where she is most at home.