Morning Love

Sunday morning and the city is slowly waking. Apart from a light breeze that strokes the branches overhead, everything is still. Steam swirls up and out of my yellow mug. It sits next to my red smoothie. And I’m looking out into the world. The daffodils that I placed in the vase a couple of…

Slip

  As I walk along the beach, the sound of lapping waves and soaring seagulls surrounds me. A salty wind picks up and tickles my ears. The sand is soft and golden. I turn my head to look back and see a set of footprints glistening in the sun. They follow me faithfully. Making my…