I got up cold, shivering and wanting to go back to bed. My joints groaned at the slightest movement and my head hurt. The overcast sky, heavy with clouds, mirrored my mood. The week ahead seemed like it would
I come alive. I come alive as night falls. My creativity surges with the rise of the tides. I am more awake than I was all day long. In that silence, I am in my element. Nights were meant for
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The weather was just perfect for enjoying a quiet family lunch outside and we planned to do just that. Only thing, I was 9 months pregnant and we had a toddler in tow and
Monsoon rain paints me elaborate messages on pane. Mystery! Written for Haibun Monday at dVerse. Thank you to Björn Rudberg for the wonderful prompt. Sorry, haven’t been able to access the laptop all day, so wrote a haiku instead.