Ephemeral Echoes
The photograph arrived like a stray note from a forgotten melody, its
Vinyl Record
Dust & Amber Light
The rain always seemed to find me, didn’t it? A slow,
Echoes in Amber
The salt clung to my skin, a residue of the retreating tide,
Velvet Echoes
The rain fell in shards against the windowpane, a familiar percussion to
The Weight of Sunlight
The dust motes danced in the shaft of light, a slow, golden
