He showed me how each wheel was stamped with the month and year, and then he cracked the first one open to reveal its pale cream-colored interior. He chipped off a hefty shard and handed it to me. I t...
Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter
(a.) Of or pertaining to the seasons.
I have a suspicion that when first built, Stonehenge may have glowed blue with St. Elmo's fire during certain times of the year
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare...