Indigo Echoes
The rain fell in fractured diamonds against the windowpane, a silver weeping
Healing Journey
After the Rain, Blooms
The rain had been persistent. It clung to everything – the pavement, my
Neon Echoes, Silent Heat
The rain smelled of exhaust and regret. Fitting, really.
I’d spent
The Weight of Lilacs
The rain always smelled like possibility in this city. Not dramatic, sweeping
Echoes in Rust
The rain smelled like iron and regret, a familiar scent in this
Echoes in Velvet
The rain always smells like possibility here. It clings to the brick,
Echoes of Dawnlight
The rain always hits hardest after the shift. It’s a brutal
Neon Echoes
The rain arrived softly.
It blurred the neon signs, softened the edges
Echoes in Porcelain
The steam. It always curls around his shoulders, a ghost of warmth
Echoes in the Blue
The chlorine scent still clings to my skin, a ghost of summer
Echoes of Lavender Rain
The rain in the city always smells like lavender, doesn’t it?
Echoes of Salt & Sunlight
The salt spray tasted like a forgotten memory, a whisper of childhood
