He had been with me through the day, ever-present in my thoughts no matter what chore I had been undertaking. I knew the hours were passing, the heated anticipation of his home-coming charging my skin with electricity with each passing moment. No concrete plans had been made that morning over breakfast, only that we would … More Too late?
This winter has seemed to me the freezing of all things, of contact. For many reasons I felt cut off from many, just as small villages become isolated in the depths of weather extremes. As I said, there were many reasons, each one seeming insurmountable on its own, so when collected together all I … More Spring