Life lit by the moon_Falling Leaves, Warm Memories_Fuego_A small shadow lives at Ferenmoor
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Life lit by the moon
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Everything was covered in ashes, smoke and threatening flames which were getting closer and closer to our city at a colossal speed. Flames, a lot of flames. Fire everywhere.I pulled the shutter and a cold breeze, which reminded me of a late autumn found its way into the room, into my lungs, ending its journey by giving me a severe headache. It stunned me. I dragged my feet towards the next room and I was welcomed by a dark and deplorable atmosphere. Worms were lurking between the dirty dishes in the sink. Now and then, you could spot cock...
Falling Leaves, Warm Memories
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The remnants of hours spent raking now filled an old drum, surrendering to the heat of a controlled fire. This was one of my favorite parts of the fall season - the near-ritualistic burning of the leaves. The smell, one of musky, sweet smoke, brushed with a hint of dampness, always offered moments of nostalgia in its embers. The warmth of the fire offered its own gift of comfort and memories, a sharp contrast to the chilly mountain air of the Shenandoah Valley. I took a sip of hot apple cider, whose fragrance reached my lips well before t...
Fuego
Sparky raised her feline legs and stretched out herself on the soft leather couch. It was morning and the trash men had just passed. Friday, trash day and the truck was loud enough to wake her up. Cinder and Ash the two Alsatians she shared this home with her master were barking at noise of the trash truck. The pair made their rounds outside before entering through the doggy door. They had been up before dawn with their noses in the air and paws on the ground. She rarely got excited over anything except food time and the occasional mouse, it was morning and her stomach purred and groaned.Cinde...
A small shadow lives at Ferenmoor
A small shadow lives at Ferenmoor“There was so much I wanted to do.” Images of her modest wedding to a young man who was set to inherit a small amount of land and property swam in front of her eyes, along with the simple yet elegant gown with the pearl-like beading running along the length of the gown from the bodice, pooling at its hem. The proud face of her parents, beaming at her. Her father’s approval. Her mother’s tears carefully dabbed away from the corners of her eyes with a silk hankie. The children she would have birthed gladly for her husband, her sons who would grow tall and strong,...