The Sill of the World

autumn I love the green and gold of early autumn, the faint chill, the lingering summer. benevolence It's beautiful to give and rece...

blurting Speak hastily, regret deeply. feebleness Her goals are made of sand. She shapes the beginnings of a castle, and a gentle wave s...

crumple My eyelids giving up. finger food One lady declares that they're the best, all those tiny treats to pluck from the trays and pop...

buttery A low-slung yellow moon. Daffodils in early evening light. The scent of hot buttered pretzels from the shop I walk past nearly eve...