Refraction of Light, Echoes of Warmth
The sand was a brutal plane, initially – cold and unforgiving. It pressed
Modern Love
Salt & Echoes
The salt spray tasted like a forgotten memory. Not a painful one,
Salt & Second Chances
The sand still held a ghost of him, a faint warmth beneath
Salt & Recklessness
The salt spray tasted like a promise – sharp, undeniable. He’d found
Echoes in the Porcelain
The rain, as it always did, smelled of something faintly metallic and
Salt & Static
The rain in Seattle always tasted of regret, a metallic tang clinging
Salt & Shadow
The salt spray tasted of forgotten promises. He’d found me amidst
Salt & Ghosts
The sand still held the heat of yesterday’s sun. It clung
Salt & Echoes
The sand still held the ghost of his touch, a warmth that
Salt & Silence
The sand still held his scent. Not the sharp, immediate tang of
Salt & Echoes
The rain in the city always smelled of regret, a metallic tang
Indigo Echoes
The rain fell in fractured diamonds against the windowpane, a silver weeping
