Some mornings are heard even before the call to prayer. Holiday mornings in older cities arrived exactly like...
Some periods are remembered not through calendar pages, but through the rustle of thin paper held in the hand....
Some neighborhoods kept time not by the wall calendar, but by the lifting of shop shutters. When the morning s...
Winter evenings used to arrive early, laying a bluish darkness across the street while lights came on one by o...
There was a time when summer evenings descended slowly toward the shore, and just before darkness settled, a f...
There was a time when noon was not merely the middle of the day. It was a special threshold when the sound of...
There was a time when a summer evening began not by the clock, but by the softening of the light. In coastal t...
There was a time when the city’s morning began not only with the rise of the sun, but with the rhythm trams le...
The Gentle Ache Left in the Gardens by Family Joy Mingling with the Sound of Rails. There was a time when, in...
When the afternoon sun tilted between apartment blocks, time slowed at the narrow street leading into the seco...
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