TWITL – week thirteen – the way days blur

TWITL – week thirteen – the way days blur

I’m not sure why I didn’t start this post during the weekend. Then again, what is a weekend when you spend everyday at home? The days have really just blurred together and every time I think about what day it might be, I have to confirm by asking the hubby or looking at the calendar.…

TWITL – week forty – fall break

the whisper of the chill fleeting for the moment the longing for the cold seemingly so out of reach the silent plea for rest willing to touch the darkness can’t we fall just a little bit linger somewhere in between just enough to want again the solace of warm light Tyler’s guitar Out here in…