Sara O'Rourke

A Flash of London II

The chill of the month of February is already creeping under my clothes, and there is a sense that winter, and all the warmth and security that comes with its festive sleepiness, is finally thawing. I grip tightly onto the torn silk lining inside my pockets and try not to be distracted by the white puff of hot breath that gives away my hurry. Another London day, I thought, and a cold beginning.... (posted by Sara 6 days 18 hours ago.)

A Flash of London I

It is the classic thing, and strangely poetic, I suppose, to begin these series of articles with a commuter journey into the capital. This, after all, marks the beginning of a long, London day. I hop on at Bicester, near Oxford. Not the nicest of places. The familiar British weather spits its silvery drops, spotting the cold train window with a light, rhythmic tapping. In the next seat, a tinny fuzz comes from the earphones of a... (posted by Sara 9 days 19 hours ago.)

An Evening in a Fiji Village

After spending a good part of my year in Melbourne, I decided to take a jet over to lovely, little Fiji - small in geographical size yet beaming with pride and joy. I have never seen so many pearly white smiles or welcoming waves than travelling the streets of Viti Levu island. The spur for this particular piece of writing is the fondness I hold warmly for a particular memory of mine, of an... (posted by Sara 155 days 10 hours ago.)

Paris, Je T'Aime

I am half surprised (and, clearly, half not) that it has taken me all twenty one years of my life to actually visit the city of lights. Surprised, yes, because there is a very large part of me that is annoyingly, insufferably, perhaps, romantic and absolute putty to visual history. Of course, however, there also exists an unshakable feminism in me that tells me over and over that, out of mere principle... (posted by Sara 156 days 21 hours ago.)

A Very Honest Goodbye

The big adventre is two weeks away and I'm sitting here in an empty house, television on to keep me company, my eyes stinging from crying. Whenever I feel the wave of sadness hit me like now, I am compelled to write things down, in a vain hope that seeing the words before me will help me make sense of it all. It is somewhat comforting, admittedly, but more than this I feel like it almost seems as if... (posted by Sara 1 year 22 days ago.)

I Love Bad Timing

My clock reads 23:59. I had been asleep a couple of hours ago, for a little while, then been woken by the sudden need to make a phonecall I had forgotten about in my drowsy state, and now I sit here, upright in bed, not able to shut off my mind. I feel the sudden compulsion to write my thoughts down, and it is these exactly which will form the essence of what follows. In this 00:01 delirium, I don't promise... (posted by Sara 1 year 38 days ago.)