Interests

Beneath the Alder’s Gaze – Short Story

A wind, whispering secrets, colder now, the first leaves grounded, dry and crispy, the familiar creaking of branches, an ancient language, the voice of autumn. A new visitor, the first Robin, a flicker of crimson, hops around on an old oak stump, hop, hop, a tiny drumbeat echoing the forest’s heart, excited for what’s to […]