The list is long. Wait, what list? When this is my view, when the birds and squirrels provide the soundtrack, I am right where I need to be.
Tag - habit
All week she has followed me around, knowing I wasn’t feeling well. Or maybe I followed her. The affection is mutual.
I feel such awe here – it is a church for books, in a city that never sleeps. I have dreams of the books inside me and the characters who wait for me to write their stories.
On a day like today, I need to believe that this kind of light will come again. It has been grey and sombre, and my roll-with-it fell over and got stomped on. Time for some faerie dust.
He set the flowers on the table, before carefully lowering his frame into the chair. The hospital is nearby. I wonder how many years he has been buying flowers for her.
We visited my old stomping grounds. They are hers now. As we walked and talked, we held each other’s stories.