The thermometer by the back door belied the heat of the afternoon; it was breezeless and blue-skyed, the kind of heat that made Owen’s blood feel thick and syrupy. Mowing the lawn had been a mistake, he should have waited until the evening or the next morning, but it was done now and he had…
Starless, the midsummer night breathes the lilac breeze across our backs our fronts too electrically entwined to notice
Happy Saturday, my loves! I don’t usually think of summertime as a reflective period of the year. I think of it more as the season that I push myself to be more external – more social, more out of the house, more plans and people – yet it has been a summer of self discovery…