Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
Whimsy-Roamer
Slog in the Weighs of Barrie
The Right Kind of Sigh
It's raining inside But not in the way you'd think... It's as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table pillow and blanket splayed on the couch as if I haven't turned the lights on yet just a gray light filling the room filtering through the unguarded window brushing over every surface even houseplants... Continue Reading →