Mornings were our small obsessions.The later sun rose, earlierthan we would wake, orange shadespeaking to usbetween sips of mist and light.We’d put on our cotton robes,to join the air on the balconythe way two points, once together,become a line. Morningswe’d forget to close the window. The sunflew inside, to nest in our bed,upon the shadow... Continue Reading →