by breathwords | Jan 29, 2021 | Bright Breaths
wild wisps of wind. heat-seeking breeze. sirroco. samoon. shamal. the way it smells. the way those smells carry memories. ocean waves or fields of flowers or fresh-baked bread. grandmother’s kitchen in the spring with the doors open and pie on the windowsill. the...
by breathwords | Aug 4, 2017 | Bright Breaths, Extended Exhalations
there is something about a storm that’s always soothed my soul, the way the sky is falling and the wind is calling, the way the thunder echoes others feast on liquid sunshine and timid turquoise skies, but I like the power of the night, the amazing way it...
