The Weight of Evening
The air tastes of woodsmoke and grit, a dry, metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat long after the sun has surrendered. There is a specific ache that settles in the marrow at the end of a long day—a heavy, dull thrumming in the…
Never Say Goodbye
I could never bear upon the thought of saying goodbye to my loved ones. Every time the thought of departure filled my eyes with tears, but time is so generous that presents me those moments of departure every now and then! But you know, having…