Standing Still – December 28, 2025

The light was a hue of red, it had turned the sky pink, and the snow melting on the ground followed suit. I lost myself standing in the open doorway in the early hours of this December day. A cool breeze held me captive and played in my tangled morning hair. My senses were at … Continue reading Standing Still – December 28, 2025

Existing – March 27, 2024

The remnants of winter Linger in the cooler spring mornings With grey skies, layers of clouds Becoming lost in my own thoughts How delicate today is And tomorrow, never given ~ The days are only numbered if you count