the light plays over the water, bright gold turning liquid white at the point of connection. there's a moment of quiet, soft, dark. the water ripples, undulating with the breeze which comes from the south. it's fresh off the ice, and cold, almost numbingly so. still. the sun drops over the horizon. it's… Continue reading light + dark + undulate
the water runs deep, ice-cold and dark with unseen things. light is fading. reservations stop me from ducking under, from coming closer still. it's icy, and my skin feels singed with blood as i approach and dive in.
my dreams tonight are cold, a forgetful haze of ice and snow, a blur of grey and white. by the time i wake up, i'm chilled right through. there's no beauty to be found in these dreams, cold as they are. all there is, is an exceptional sight: the horizon is all blank. … Continue reading beauty + dreams + exceptional
freshly-boiled water swirls into the teacup, heating the thin porcelain from the first teaspoon. the water clouds over with tea releasing a faint scent into the air above. on the tray in front, a plate of biscuits await. later, the morning has warmed and the tea is forgotten, left to go stone-cold amidst the busyness… Continue reading tea-time
flames flicker in the fireplace, slow to start - paper is quick to ignite, but there's no staying power. there's just lots of potential. by the hearth, a cat curls up, warming its paws on rough-hewn stone flooring. domesticated for now, and back to wild mischief soon. (and you, under the sunlight, with… Continue reading wild + domesticated + soil
solidly sheltered, inside, as the wind whistles through the window-frame. against a backdrop of dark walls, a wisp of steam floats up. the tea is well-brewed this time, and feels like being content. inside, the fireplace crackles, emitting a faint scent of burnt sugar. the blanket over the back of the couch is… Continue reading shelter + contentment + natty
the mornings are a uniform shade of fog, slow to clear from the sky. on the corner of my desk, a potted flower droops, leached of colour. below my feet, there's the hum of a tiny heater, glowing orange warmth.