a change of pace
A tale of something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue…
spices and herbs
Ching, ching, ching, ching. The cash register jingles cheerfully as the cashier stumbles over himself to shut it. I’m jostled back into my own head by it, by him.
lights
there’s a long hallway of lights. lights that i know. ones i remember and ones that i don’t, but lights that i know.