Feet curl over the edge of the cliff, close to flying ready to soar, heart of a drum. Anticipation brews in my sinking stomach. Time is a flutter: the future is impending. Success is sickly sweet but love is my greatest accomplishment so far. The rest will come. The fog will clear and I will… Continue reading Impending



Waiting for the train to arrive. Page waiting to be turned. A freshly printed novel. Waiting to be desired by wise eyes. A canvas of white, longing for colour. Patches of fresh white snow unmarked by nature. Waiting for the rain to fall. A gathering of clouds aiming their¬†sights on the¬†last patch of blue. Anticipation.… Continue reading Waiting