Writing what I know and learning as I go. Sharing what brings me joy.
The morning was slightly overcast and humid. The breeze from the sea immediately welcomed us after…
At dawn before the world has risen, the sky is dark and fresh. I can feel the breath of Summer, though a chill breaks through the…
Around us on the hilltop’s cobblestone streets, merchants and artists went about their business as if nothing’s changed for…
I’m off to the side unconsciously observing, a familiar state. My eyes glance around the patio at the multitude of conversations taking…
Burnt orange, vanilla white, dark deep reds
Which fade.
Yellows vibrant from their surrounding
Green leaves.
The orange, where does this come from? An evanescent sunset burns,