The school bus comes early, carrying children with sleepy eyes and silent tongues. Somehow, little K and I scramble to make it to the stop just in time. I high five the air in my head as I stroll back home, taking the long way back. As I watch my feet taking slow steps, I … Continue reading 24- The sweeper’s song
secret yellow wall hides the birth of demons old born of barren trees
Monday woke up to these pretty blooms in my garden. Tell me, is it possible to be blue?
I'm glad my younger girl likes to read. Even better, she makes her own stories but these are mostly when she has to do lessons. As her mom, I'm supposed to be mad that she isn't doing her work but I love what she creates! I find it fascinating to have a glimpse into the … Continue reading 30- tales by a bookworm
what lies inside jewelled waters? only the mist knows shifting shapes swirling secrets the leaves watch in speechless silence as they shimmer a final dance
Not while running though...