The Morning after the Storm

It rained last night. A terrible storm. Wild winds and roaring skies. But that didn’t stop the little girl and her sister from going out to play. The morning was damp but there was no more rain and even a tiny peak of sunshine. Their usual pond lay clear and cool. The girls played in…

Rosy Chroma

The soft fabric seems to dissolve through my hands as I let my fingertips trace the elegant lining of my favourite dress. The fabric feels like pure silk, it's texture attracting rays of light, making the rosy gold shine like stars. By the neckline, seashell-pink pearls line themselves up neatly, their rim just slightly touching,…

The Revival of Spring

The warm, yellow streaks of sunlight broke through the curtain of mist, its rays shining onto Spring’s sun-tanned face. She opened her eyes at the first light of dawn to see the blanket of damp moss curling itself over her arms and body. Getting up, Spring groggily walked to the stream that runs like droplets…