He fell in love from the moment he saw her. Just walking, alone in the crowd, but he knew. Her face was a painting, unique,
It was winter and everyone thought the forest was sleeping. Only occasional trails in the snow showed there was some living creature passing by and
The wind chatted on stilettos like busy feet in a crowded city, a looming presence you are either born admiring or die trying to escape.
I winked twice. I ain’t shy to admit. The mesmeric frame of the garden and its participants (trees and plants) set the unprecedented vibes. Mother
It was the first beautiful day I had seen in weeks. The sky was a striking blue. Birds chirped in the freshly bloomed cherry trees.
They told me I was a Gardenia. My mother was sure of it, she said no other flower could capture me so exactly. My father
Ground; frozen. No sign of life anywhere. It is March in Fairbanks, Alaska. A few tall trees stand like ice giants, imposing on the 8