The hour hand on the clock crawls towards twelve. Shadow pools in spaces once occupied by sunlight. A hush descends in the air, the...

The day has just started. The world is gilded in gold and looks like an oil painting. The trees are lush, their leaves a dozen shades of...

I imagine the designer who came up with the idea for this tree dabbed his brush in sunshine and joyfully painted these swatches. On the...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. When you peek over the horizon to welcome the new day and again to bid it goodnight. When you...