A Date in Copenhagen

It was his shaggy light brown hair and his hidden smile, which I could tell wanted to break out, that drew me to him. He sat alone on the ledge with his back against the glass, his hard, shiny carry-on suitcase in front of him. Though he looked content enough with his solitude, I noticed himContinue reading “A Date in Copenhagen”

Who Says You’re Supposed To?

Tomorrow. Oh my word, tomorrow. It is Friday, the 29th of August. When did that happen?! For months, it felt as though time would never pass, as though I had become stuck in winter, or spring. In January, August felt an eternity away. In March, I counted the days until its arrival. I was treadingContinue reading “Who Says You’re Supposed To?”