Afterglow & Espresso
The apartment’s quiet after he left. Not dramatic, not a sigh-worthy
Modern Romance
Chromatic Bloom
The coffee was lukewarm, exactly how I liked it—a small comfort
Crimson Bloom After Rain
The rain had been relentless, a silver curtain blurring the edges of
Echoes of Lavender Light
The rain tasted like lavender tonight, or perhaps that’s just the
Salted Skin Memory
The grey held the ghost of summer.
A residue clinging to each
Velvet Moss & Brine
The moss clings to everything here, a damp, persistent embrace. It’s
Fractured Light, Liquid Heat
The rain always smelled of burnt sugar. Appropriate, considering the residue clinging
Salt & Silence
The rain in London always felt like a judgment. A damp, insistent
Sun-Kissed Echoes
The water felt like a slow, insistent rain on my skin – not
Amber Echoes in Concrete
The rain tasted of paper. Not the brittle kind, but the slick
The Weight of a Yellow Duckling
The afternoon light in the apartment was particularly golden, painting streaks across
The Weight of a Lavender Bow
Rain always seemed to find me. Not dramatic, torrential downpours – just a
