and the memories they bring
As I strolled through the muddied streets and thronging masses, I caught but a brief glimpse of a faint memory. In the pitch of night all colors blend together and I could not be sure but a light purple coat with the cowl pulled up, and a flash of fiery hair and my breath was held fast in my chest. With a vision of hooded eyes and a ready smile I was instantly transported to a different time and place.
The sea crashed into the shore far below, and a presence at my back the only thing to anchor me against the wind's wispered promise. The sea and wind conspiring to draw me down into the formless depths, seemed easily resisted with this young woman at my back. That, and her need for a ride.
The sea crashed into the shore far below, and a presence at my back the only thing to anchor me against the wind's wispered promise. The sea and wind conspiring to draw me down into the formless depths, seemed easily resisted with this young woman at my back. That, and her need for a ride.