The days roll by in their summer haze and I feel their movement and my own.
All tagged fragment
The days roll by in their summer haze and I feel their movement and my own.
Our son is home from university during his Easter vacation, and the house is full once again these days.
The morning has dawned, soft and full of yearning, and I steal myself away into a moment of solitude.
We went walking on the beach this afternoon at the close of a getaway snatched from the jaws of everyday time.
I sit beside the hound as our week of quiet draws to its conclusion.