by Marianne | Nov 10, 2020 | When I wander
Autumn wasn’t a season I enjoyed when I was younger, more synonymous with cemetery than cocooning, but I got to know it. This year, I am tasting its fawn colours every day when I walk the dog. The wet smells of mushrooms and leaves fill the air along the...
by Marianne | Sep 16, 2020 | When I write
When the sun rises and the clouds are away, the light enters the room and paints the walls in a warm color. So I come in to wake up the little girl who lives here. When I whisper sweet words to her ear, she smiles. When I caress her back, she laughs. And that laughter...
