Yawning…
The woods are at a mid-way point in their transition from summer to winter. Half the leaves are still on the trees, blazing colour; the …
The woods are at a mid-way point in their transition from summer to winter. Half the leaves are still on the trees, blazing colour; the …
I would not even call it patience. She walks knee-deep in the still water, parallel to the shoreline. The tide rests in that still place …
It’s a strange beach. The irregular-shaped grey rocks are studded with occasional smooth circles of pink granite, bigger than I can lift. Everything I know …