A Quiet Kindling in November Air
The cold wind of the city had always felt like a gentle
Grace
The Weightless Echoes
He found me when the city held its breath, submerged in a
City Lights, Lingering Touch
The city breathes below, a restless energy I used to crave. Now…
The Echo of Your Name
The city held its breath, a pause between storms. I traced the
The Quiet Bloom
He found me amidst the city’s gray, a quiet observer in
Emerald Echoes
The rain always seemed to find me in corners.
Not dramatic downpours,
Golden Echoes
The wind tasted like honey and something wilder.
I tilted my face
Golden Dust & Quiet Echoes
The rain had finally retreated, leaving the city slicked with a hesitant
The Echo in the Mist
The rain hadn’t entirely ceased, clinging to the cobblestones like a
Salt & Echoes
The salt spray tasted like a forgotten memory. Not a painful one,
Salt & Shadow
The sand still held the memory of his warmth. It wasn’t
