The crystal clarity of sunriseCoruscates from the approaching cloudline asMy un-combed hair whips in the wind.The eye of the sun peers quizzically abo..
The ground beneath my feet is on fire. Why am I not wearing shoes? I always wear shoes in the winter--I hate having cold toes. Somehow, the bite of t..
A whisper of Autumn, scarcely breaching the barrier of my sleep-befuddled mind, temptsme intowakefulness. My pillow gently pulls me back to my almost..