Dear Summer…

You and I have never been the best of friends — you’re just too miserably hot and sweltering for that to ever happen. But the onset of autumn is a good time to jot down the little things about you that I forget to appreciate. Warm fingers. Warm toes. Basically, not having to worry about being cold.… Continue reading Dear Summer…

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  The one half, smooth and undisturbed, waiting to reveal its depths. I can wonder and speculate what is hidden inside, but I’ll never know till I look. Above it, what I do know – the tranquil waters stirred by my own thoughts as I interpret the words, the story, in my own, unique way.… Continue reading Pages