I held my son to my chest, and I felt my heart swell with love. It's almost overwhelming sometimes; the way I feel such a pang of deep sadness intertwined into that pure, unconditional love. It's especially strong when I stand at my bedroom window, as the light of the day fades (or has faded)… Continue reading Shadows.
I remember the way I felt this time last year. The way the air felt, the white noise of something mechanical humming at night (I still can't figure out what it is), the way the lights across the city seemed crisper... It all reminds me, like the most wonderfully enchanting memory. There is no doubt… Continue reading This Time Last Year