10/17
There’s a steady breeze from the south, cool enough to prickle the skin on my arms where I’m sitting in
An author's collection of thoughts and stories
There’s a steady breeze from the south, cool enough to prickle the skin on my arms where I’m sitting in
Describing my stories is significantly harder than writing them. It’s kind of funny, really, how when I strip out all
Dark and windy. The crickets are giving a steady chirp, punctuated by wind chimes and rustling leaves. The roar of
Waiting in the car. The air conditioner is blasting loudly at full speed, and the 8 year old has control