Be still…

I roll over and blink in the soft glow. It is early morning and my eyes focus on the blinds, trying to guess what time it is. The night felt disrupted. The morning’s rest rather chopped. It started with Daniel’s phone getting a text at some random hour of the night: “AMBER ALERT!” Someone’s child…

This place of worship

You know when you have tried to write something half a dozen times and it just ends up getting reread, pondered and then saved; that the subject is still going round and round. Incomplete. I come back to it, trying again to put it into words, a little clearer this time, a bit cleaner. Free…