My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Bathed in the spectral radiance of the full moon, Edges of fancy become distinct for a heartbeat, Shimmering with each toll of the hour. At the boundary between yesterday and tomorrow. A foot in both dimensions, I stand timorous, Hesitant in my decision. I walk toward the light...
There was no sense of time, it could have been noon as easily as midnight. The only difference was the way the air felt. Daylight was line-dried cotton, still warm from the sun. Crisp, yet soft to the touch. It smelled of lilacs and lavender, and sugar cookies. There was laughter and hugs, birdsongs and … Continue reading Midnight tea
Thin spiral notebook 