Every once in awhile, I develop a craving for steak and beer that can only be satisfied by a trip to the butcher and the liquor store. Being the considerate roommate that I am, my steak days tend to become steak days for the rest of my housemates. Normally, my bouts of carnivory are well met and the night is spent searing, eating and being lethargic in happiness.
We waved goodbye from the other side of the security checkpoint, looking at two faces framed in the doorway, at once so familiar and so strange. The grandmother stood across the long room with her son. The bright colors of her head wrap shone under the eerie flickering of the fluorescent lights at Minsk National Airport.
As the leaves on the trees begin to turn into the earthy-toned hues of red, brown and mustard yellow, the changing tide of weather and the sometimes brisk autumn winds are indicative of only one thing: the end of summer, and the beginning of a new season.
