I have been staring at them ever since I moved here some time ago, and I still don't have them figured out. I stare at them from across the room, from around the corner, from underneath the chair they're sitting on and, my favourite, from secret hiding places.
Why, why, why out of all people was it you
Why was it you who pulled me out of the starless dark into the blinding sun
It was September when we first met. I walked in from the cold wind, the apples of my cheeks cherry red. I took in the place and when my eyes found you, I could not look away.
The weather is getting colder and the days darker as winter falls upon us. Why not let Sandra guide you under the branches and through the snow in her peaceful short story, while you’re actually in the comfort of your own home?
