Contemplation, Self-Reflection

Author: EleanorBlog

The Turn

This year, summer is slow to pass.  A gentle turn of the seasons is underway as the weather transits from…

The Return

Coming back is somewhat like sitting in an old armchair.  It’s perhaps not quite as comfortable as you remembered, but…

Goodbyes

The tall steel shutters creaked and whined mournfully as she drew them shut.  Her hands shook as she strained to…

sweet sense

My youngest daughter likes to pretend to be a princess.  I believe the title is equated in her mind with…

Our Song

The intro begins with a solo. One sound, one distinctive note, repeated in a sequence. A single lonely voice in the…