– Kejt, what’s that mmmmazing smell? – says my sister as soon as she enters the house.
Tag Archives: everyday life
a pocket full of memories
I will never not be sentimental. If I could pocket any tangible evidence of love, I would. So I did.
redial
The wind keeps howling, dragging the laden branches of the old olive trees to the ground. As it huffs and puffs, it mops away the rain streaks, further west, farther and farther still.
enjoying the scenery
I’ve never felt so peaceful before.
a very casual day in fall
Guess my favorite season.
lonely corner in a crowded room
Speakers are blasting a familiar tune. People around me sway to the rhythm, but the smoke in the room doesn’t hide my lonely corner.
