She’s bloody well late again.
A leaf lay still on a riverbank. The waters that brought her there had frozen, encasing her brown body in what seemed to be a glass casket. Continue reading “Marie.”
Clear your sight,
Breathe it in,
Feel the light
Upon your skin.
I’m not the biggest fan of romantic gestures, but flowers capture the essence of what I find beautiful. Nature’s artwork; little pieces of life folded into an origami creation.
There may be a million roses out there, but (as a favourite author of mine once put it):
“It is the time you have spent for your rose that makes your rose so important.”