Walking up the wide, polished red stairs, I shake silvery sand off my bare feet. Waves break on the seashore in the distance, music plays from the bar at Royal’s. The sun is shining from a bright blue sky and a smattering of coconut trees sway gently. The old house has never looked prettier. Or more welcoming.
Tag: writing
Mountain love
I am sated, I am hungry. I am filled with words yet hunger for more. I am filled with woman power and sunlight like I’ve never known.