Month: December 2017

December 18th

robin! I saw you, I blinked and you were gone… robin? or a red dot?

December 18th

”CONTROL YOUR ANGER!” he shouted at me at the top of his lungs

December 17

when he slapped his daughter he wondered what hurt more – her cheek or his heart

December 15th

No, not in summer nor in spring do evergreen trees smell so sweet as in the winter frost

December 13th

how pretty was the snow in which grey horses roamed – now it melted, they are gone