Untouchable

  I remember the first months in the city, I was puzzled by people wearing black, as if in mourning. Months and years passed. Slowly, I wore darker clothes, without knowing why. Not only during the grey season, all the time. Did I forget Spring would come, clearer skies? Did I ignore the cheerful chorus … Continue reading Untouchable

Beyond #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt   Beyond is our world: this is the threshold, how far mortals can trade. Beyond is where we belong, we, who once lived and haunt these woods. Beyond you can see us for who we are: the way humans were, Before the Fall.