There’s a poem waiting in the hush of winter air. Snowflakes commiserate, small hands shape them into frozen orbs, forts rise, and tiny acts of rebellion arc through cold skies. Mischievous and soft as snowfall—this is a lyrical song of winter, of snowballs, of laughter pressed into crystalline, fleeting mischief.
Posts tagged childhood
There Was Cake |
A Stranger's Birthday
A photograph insists I was there, but memory has other ideas. A boy at a birthday table, candles, sisters close by. The room is familiar and strange, light stuck in its own insistence. Time slips, identity wavers, and the past just won’t let go.
Surviving the Empty
I learned early how to survive absence, how to leave without drama. Quiet, deliberate, and alone, I mastered the art of withdrawing. Rooms emptied. Voices faded. Doors closed. This is a reflection on solitude, early lessons in leaving, and the quiet skill of surviving the empty spaces life leaves behind.