I find you in a summer breeze and Sunday afternoons. I find you in a cup of tea, and the smell of morning rain. I find you in the chime of a bike bell, and the nostalgic taste of childhood sweets. I find you in the small things, in the significant insignificances.
The woodpecker takes the role of percussion, the bubbling brook, the coo of a distant bird. The melodic sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the delicate crunch of leaves under the hoof of a passing deer, the gentle humming of a bumble bee. As the sun wakes upand sings her morning song. The [...]
One man's ruins is another man's castle. Turrets, four; guarding against an enemy unknown. Up the tight corkscrew staircase Uneven and crumbling, lit only by the moon through slit windows. There she is found. Fair maiden, damsel in distress. Yet, her sword tongue cuts through your shield. Her eyes impale, with a glare that says, [...]