a fleeting ripple

There is a tree outside the window, its leaves a warm green in the grey weather. It sways to a phantom wind, branches dancing. But now is...

I wrote the last page of my journal today. It took me about 4 months to finish this one, and a very lonely new year’s. I had first...

It is blindingly sunny outside, not a single cloud in sight. A bright orange plastic chair sits in front of the glass double doors that...