That Type of Day

It was a dismal day out by the pond. She sat on the bench, eyes not on the swans which graced the water, but the sky which decided to be not quite cloudy, not quite sunny, and instead be a perfectly pleasant blue-with-spots type of day. Completely cloudy or completely sunny would’ve been better. Completely … Continue reading That Type of Day

The Silk, Snow, and a Piano

I have been wrapped in black silk, dreaming of the white of winter. All I can see are stars, brilliantly scattered across the blue night. I can still hear the music which brought me here, playing that haunting melody in the hours of 24:00 and 01:00. Is it so odd to find comfort under the … Continue reading The Silk, Snow, and a Piano