Rainy nights in the country
The rain started slow, the kind that taps gently against the windows like someone asking to come inside. Out in the country, the road turned to gravel. The fields stretched farther than the eye follow. Storms always felt bigger. Louder…alive Inside the old farmhouse, the wind rattled the loose window frames. It pushed cold air…
Country Side Peace
There is a kind of quiet you can only find in the country. Not the quiet of a paused television or a sleeping house, but the kind that stretches across open fields and settles into the bones. The kind that hums softly through tall grass and rides the wind over fence posts that have stood…
The Summer We Didn’t Say Goodbye
There are some summers that don’t feel real until they’re over. The air hangs heavier. The sunsets last longer. And every moment feels like it’s trying to tell you something you just don’t know what yet. Claire still thinks about that first date on the back road. It wasn’t planned. Not officially. He texted her…
Quiet Harbor Writing 