Author: Lindsey Gallant

There was a certain comfort in the rainy November Monday. It was a sharing of sympathies. She let herself dissolve in its greyness. Later on, at home, she would...

The leaves blew backwards in furious circles of suspended time. We walked in their midst, enclosed by the wind in a night created just for us. The moonlight was...

One of these days I may want to get into blogging.