{focus} into words

Two and a half years ago, in the heart of winter, this house wasn't ours. This garage wasn't ours either. It was the time of year when you left for work in the morning in the dark and when you went home after working it was dark again. We looked at the house twice before …

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{happy campers} into words

We had cooked over the open fire for supper. Hot ham and cheese sandwiches, fresh fish in oil and seasoning. The fire was going strong, crackling in the night air. The sun was on its way down. It was getting dark but the faint light of dusk lingered. Trees silhouetted but hadn't disappeared. The dogs …

into words {summer}

I feel myself slipping into summer, where there is no routine or schedule; where there is always something to do; where people get together more. Suddenly 9pm is time to walk the dogs and tidy up the house instead of prepare for bed. The lingering light of day beckons me to stay up later and …