Rainsong

As I write these words, it’s night, and I’m upstairs in a little room tucked under the eaves, listening to the rain drum the roof just above my head. I love the way a summer rain sounds silver, even in the dark. Oh, Summer:  sing me to sleep. ❤

Florida in Monochrome, or, Why I’m a Strange Soul Who Gets Overwhelmed by Too Much Prettiness

For the past seven days, I soaked up all the summer I could in southern Florida. I showed up hungry for sunlight, searing heat, green.  And I have to say, Florida delivered:  As the car shot toward the Keys on long white bridges spanning the water,  the Sunshine State rolled itself out like a green-and-blue […]