Awake
Quilly | June 3, 2007
Racing engines. Screaming tires. Shrill sirens. Lights flashing blue-white-blue. Helicopter whomp-whomping over-head, it’s halogen eye turning night to day. I’d like to tell you how many times this has happened in the 18 months I’ve lived here, but I’ve lost count. I’ve also lost sleep. The sun is up, it’s time to start the day, [...]
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill
