Ritual

Young

When we met, we were too young and too blind to see the danger we were in. He was sheltered and dying to get out. I was out and dying for shelter. He had long since rejected his families faith, he grew to hate it and it chewed on him from the inside for yearsContinue reading “Young”

The day felt different. The dark crept up on us much quicker than we were used to, but it was most welcome. This day had always been my favorite, the crisp air, the woodsmoke, the gracefully dying leaves. They all work together in both seen and unseen ways to bring about the change, or perhapsContinue reading “Ritual”