Snowfall & Soft Promises
The city exhaled a silver breath that morning. It clung to the
Modern Love
The Algorithm of Comfort
The rain in Chicago never truly stops, a persistent grey drizzle that
Golden Echoes
The rain in Manhattan rarely felt quite so… deliberate. It wasn’t
Sun-Kissed Concrete Bloom
The city felt like a grey raincloud inside me, heavy and clinging.
Concrete Bloom
The concrete bled heat against my cheek. Not a comfortable warmth, more
Amber Echoes
The rain smelled of asphalt and something sweeter, like bruised peaches.
My
Sunstone Bloom
The rain in this city always felt like a bruised sky, heavy
Golden Echoes
The rain in the city always seemed to find me, a gentle
Emerald Echoes
The rain always seemed to find me in corners.
Not dramatic downpours,
Velvet Echoes
The rain fell in shards against the windowpane, a familiar percussion to
Static Bloom
The rain tasted like regret and cheap whiskey.
It clung to the
Velvet Echoes
The rain always smelled like regret in this city. It clung to
