September Song
The outside windchime, Finley snoring, and the hum of the air conditioner are familiar tunes I remember from the last
The outside windchime, Finley snoring, and the hum of the air conditioner are familiar tunes I remember from the last
I had written about the heaviness before I left, but I did not know how literally I would feel it
Summer is off to a stifling start? “What a life!” the almost-five-year-old chimed, her voice full of wonder as she