autumn swallows charge into the morning fog: godspeed my friends
Tag: Elancharan
testing your patience autumn snail at the doorstep
autumn: your body darkened by the rain reveals a map of islands
magic is: noticing what returns and caring for what remains
memory gathers like dew slow drop by drop until it is made whole again
a moment of open sky before the fires of dusk take over
autumn the mist divides itself into little kingdoms
autumn noon the sun is gone and the grey holds us hostage
relentless thoughts and premonitions come from a place of rust
a gentle reminder: leave a little room for wonder
