Salt & Stardust
The sand still held the warmth of yesterday’s sun, a lingering
Healing Journey
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
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
