Collecting summer mornings I wake up to the sound of chirping birds. The rustling leaves are creating the perfect atmosphere to fall back asleep, surrendering to the softness of warm sheets and lazy dreams. Only then, a tender breeze sneaks through the sheer curtains, invading my nostrils with that summer smell, a blend of roses and … Continue reading Collecting summer mornings


It hurts until it doesn’t

Memory is a cruel thing. Something as simple as a whiff of vanilla can take you back to that September three years ago when you were writing in your diary about a guy you just met,  lifted your gaze, watched the flickering flame of the French Vanilla Candle you lit up, and wondered how you could describe his … Continue reading It hurts until it doesn’t