timed-write: lemon morn
Every day, the citrus-light of morning squeezes itself through my window, pulp and all. When life gives you lemons, when life floods you with peelings and mournings, you learn to stockpile sweetness– or you learn to web your fingertips enough to hold on. Along the windows in my kitchen, I let a small flock of beloved tiny things sugar the frontlines. A miniature angel. A … Continue reading timed-write: lemon morn