Homeward Bound
The A line train carries him south, away from the heat of the conference room and toward the quiet of home. Stop by stop, the distance softens the day.
The Bridge Over the Drowned City
Beneath a moon veiled in cloud, a bridge spans a drowned valley where something ancient stirs below the water. Was it a memory, a dream, or something that still lingers unseen? Fitting for the season of shadows.
The Beach is Her Sanctuary
On a winter morning, she walks the deserted shore, leaving quiet traces in the sand. The sea holds her, the silence steadies her, and love lingers in the gaze that follows.
His Old Friend
The shirt is soft cotton with blue and white stripes, worn and familiar. An old favorite with a story to tell. It was given in love and has now has been returned. More than fabric and thread, it’s a reminder of something once shared.