Salt & Ghosts
The sand still held the heat of yesterday’s sun. It clung
Healing Journey
Salt & Echoes
The sand still held the ghost of his touch, a warmth that
Salt & Ghosts
The sand still clings to my skin, like a forgotten promise. It
Sun-Kissed Bloom
The salt spray tasted like forgotten promises, a gentle rain washing over
Salt & Stardust
The sand still held the warmth of yesterday’s sun, a lingering
Salt & Silence
The rain had stopped, leaving the sand slick with a silver sheen.
Echoes in Turquoise Light
The rain had been a relentless grey smear for weeks. It clung
Salt & Echoes
The rain in the city always smelled of regret, a metallic tang
Echoes in the Tide
The salt held a memory, not mine precisely, but layered upon me
Indigo Echoes
The rain fell in fractured diamonds against the windowpane, a silver weeping
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
