Sunlight & Lingering Heat
The sunlight caught the gold of my bikini, same way it catches
Laundry Line
Salt & Silk
The wind tasted of salt and something sweeter, a hint of the
Currents & Silk
The salt always smells like remembered rain.
He said he’d find
Rosy Afterglows
The scent of lavender still clings to the sheets, a ghost of
Indigo Echoes
The rain had been a relentless grey for days, mirroring the dull
Crimson Bloom After Rain
The rain had stopped, of course. It always does.
But the air
Golden Hour Echoes
The light fell like honey, thick and slow, through the slats of
