On the wings of change
I sit here, at my computer, with the cinnamon aftertaste of a warm chai tea sip on my tongue, beaming in my joyful now.
Summer 2022 has been my Renaissance (thank you, Beyoncé, for feeling the same). There is very little like it. It feels as if I've been drinking in dark, polluted, hazardous ocean water for so long - starved of oxygen - and for whatever …