Spring rolled through like bruised apples; the house still smells like Winter. Somewhere is a missed opportunity. Summer is turning into hot pumpkin lattes. No one gives a cent because […]
Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.
Monday morning and early, I rise approaching the brightest day. I long for the Summer Solstice and the sunlight in my eyes.