She believed in more. More time to wonder, to imagine possibility in an ordinary moment. To believe in two strangers on a crowded street, the unfamiliar hand that reaches to hold a door, one certain glance. Everything had changed yet she knew. His eyes looked like home.
He was like a steamship coursing an endless sea, always traveling somewhere else. Far away and faded from distance and memory to reappear on a winter’s morning. All I’d ever wanted was for him to stay awhile. He’d drop anchor having found his home in me. We’d find joy as hoarfrost turned to blossoms. In truth, we were lovers snatching moments. Memories danced from projector … Read More
Such a pretty tale you whisper In the honeyed middle of a night Of ships and sails, silver and gold While moon beams bathe the veiled dark We cast pearls upon the sea One for love and two for loss Three, for rumpled dreams Awakening to shaken rain Each word spoken, locked within. https://mymodernmet.com/julie-de-waroquier-photography/ Julie de Waroquier Photography
“Could she get a job?” Roy appeared perplexed. “Why would she?” Who does he think he is? Stella reached behind and slammed the door shut. It was better this than her raised voice echoing through the reception area. Turning, she walked toward the chair behind his desk. She eased into the leather and crossed her long legs. … Read More
There is a hush within the edges of time. If one listens, one can feel it. It is early dawn and I am easy, not required to be anything people think I should be. There are no demands placed upon my time. Within this pause, I imagine the gift of another day, open to whatever magic it may bring. Silence is my church. It … Read More