Off-Season
In the off-season, these go unused, untouched, unloved, waiting for warmth.
In the off-season, these go unused, untouched, unloved, waiting for warmth.
After the rain comes serenity.
To someone this grave is likely still significant, but his death was so long ago that he may actually be forgotten. Whoops, completely defeats the point of the prompt. My bad :)
This is a PSA. I’m home. I’m alive. I’m not sleeping in the Detroit airport. Yesterday I got out of work and immediately called a cab to pick me up at my dorm. I got in, mentioned I was going home to Oregon, and the driver excitedly started asking me a TON of questions about the…
It rained yesterday. Okay, I know, it’s not breaking news. But I’d forgotten what winter rain was like. When I lived in Portland, I never thought anything of the rain. I rarely checked the weather report, because let’s be real, it was going to rain almost daily from October to May. I donned my purple rain shell every…