To My First Love
“Who is this?” I asked, “Papa” the words fluttered from her cubby cheeks. Yes baby you are right, that’s your papa and yet he is so much...
The waves crashed slowly as the sun slipped behind the clouds, creating a pink hue in the sky. Her breath was slow and mind at ease. The worries of this world that had created knots within, began to unfold into a state of freedom.