a fleeting ripple

It’s another windy, cloudy day, where the world seems to rush by even when there are no people on the street. The flags flail one way...

The wind ruffles the early wildflowers outside, they look like they’re barely holding on to the soil underneath them. The allergy season...

The kettle whistles on the stove as you scramble to put the paper filter and set the dripper on a cute mug. Freshly ground coffee fills...