The gray clouds above whispered of the coming rain. But what would be an omen of gloom, sang, instead, a different tune - as if the forest around me knew a secret I'd yet to discover. The air, thick with the anticipation of the looming storm, held a mist that glistened off of the leaves … Continue reading Missed
F rolicking, laughter echoes in R esponse to shared secrets – I f only these moments would linger E ternally. Count on me, as N ight counts on D awn to break, just when darkness S eems unending. H ow time molds an I nsignificant other into P redestined companion.