Momma magick maker, multi-passionate muser. Earth-loving exuberant. Curious creative. A juicy, ripe peach; an angelic harmony. The glorious mundane.
Momma magick maker, multi-passionate muser. Earth-loving exuberant. Curious creative. A juicy, ripe peach; an angelic harmony. The glorious mundane.
All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue
I took myself on a little wander
Testing my new running shoes
The mustard and buttery yellow cottonwood canopy beckoned
Oh how the orange coyote willow glow
The purple asters beginning to go to seed,
Their creamy puff balls a treat for the fingertips
The bourbon and earth smell of mesquite
I want to bottle it, the petrichor of the ripa...
The sweet smell of warmed milky espresso wafted up from the white porcelain diner mug. The heat from the cup warmed her. The anticipation of drinking her first coffee of the day had Saris salivating. That first sip, a bright light in her early morning, the perfect amount of foam like a soft marshmallow, a sense of relaxation washing over her, after the chaos of her commute.
Walking into Billie’s...