Linguist. Loon. Life-lover.
Sunset With My Springer
Over our 14 years together, Cesar and I have had some wonderful adventures. From the (now) hilarious - being chased by a herd of cows - to the somewhat terrifying - pulling him Titanic-style out of an icy lake - it’s fair to say that we’e crammed our lives full of memories.
The Struggles of The Saturn Return
I always knew that turning 30 would be a watershed moment - a moment when the heady (and frankly exhausting) days of my 20s would give way to the next, unknown chapter of my life - but boy, I did not anticipate the emotional flood it would bring.
It was the light that woke her first. The neon green seeped in through the cracks in her curtains, covering everything in a luminescent glow. Was she dreaming? Her dreams often took on an eerie quality when she fell asleep after 2am. Nothing good ever happened in the small hours of the morning.
Fields of Freedom
In dreams, she walked through endless fields of marigolds. The sun bathed her skin in its balmy glow, and the wind tickled her hair gently. A carpet of butter and orange-peel petals danced around her ankles with each step forward. She was free.
Sunflowers In January
It was the cursive that caught her eye first. Ally could've sworn she recognised the swoops of the double 'l' placed carefully in the middle of her name. The paper was a yellowy white, gently folded in the middle, and propped up against a vase of freshly picked sunflowers.
This Is Peace.
The minute I hear the leaves and twigs crackle underfoot, the serotonin begins to seep into my pores. As the breeze tickles its way through the trees, blowing errant strands of hair across my cheek, I exhale deeply. This, I think to myself, is peace.