Cucumber Rain

December 21, 2015. (On the night of the Winter Solstice) I call it a moment of Cucumber Rain. As I fall asleep, snuggling deep down in the warm, enveloping depths of my bed, I hear the rain begin its rhythmic pitter-patter on the roof. Crisp with sunburn and coated with plants the color of hay, theContinue

Lost Things

Do you ever find yourself in a moment–late at night, of course–looking for something you can’t quite name? And when the clock reaches an hour or so later, you’ve come across something else you didn’t even realize you were in the process of looking for…yet your original item remains still buried in its lost existence… This usually happensContinue